All the narrative hopscotching is little more than a superficial ploy to gussy up a clichéd redemption tale.
Writer-director Omer Fast’s Remainder suggests an allegory for a certain kind of artistic creation, one more interested in exactitude than spontaneity.
This singular mix of character study and mysterious mood piece might not have come off quite so successfully if not for Royalty Hightower’s internal performance.
Marcello’s film is by turns eloquent and shallow in its essayistic elegizing of a lost golden age.
The film goes deeper in its allegorizing, tapping into the volatile nature of identity politics.
My King might have been more resonant had Maïwenn allowed more time and space for her characterizations to organically develop.
Bellocchio’s aesthetics reflect the conversation between past and present in imaginative ways.
In the show’s third season, Ilana and Abbi continue to run up against caricatures of class and privilege.
It’s more committed to printing the uplifting legend of its title character than in actually examining the human beings underneath.
The film’s whiplash contrasts between snideness and sincerity are deeply rooted in Deadpool’s psychology.
From their first scene together here, Mulder and Scully exude the rapport of old friends, as if, despite their time apart, nothing has changed between them.
It’s hardly a desecration of Pascal Laugier’s original film, but that assumes the 2008 horror film is a canonical text.
A regurgitation of Apatowian formula, wherein ostensibly edgy humor hides a core of conservative moralizing.
Jared and Jerusha Hess remain committed to clotting up the screen with ostensibly charming “eccentricity.”
The script is so bereft of insight into its characters, there’s only so much even an actor of Tom Hardy’s stature can do.
All of the film’s nuances are ultimately negated by the its relentless canonization of its subject.
Lake Bell and Simon Pegg’s star wattage can’t distract from the sense that their characters are almost exclusively defined by their single-ness.
Failure hovers over the film as much as it did in the comic strip, infusing even its most ebullient set pieces and designs with melancholy.
Vin Diesel’s lifelessness flies in the face of the film’s more original and ultimately transitory surface pleasures.
The wittier one-liners and more affecting emotional moments are undermined by a frenzy of chaotic excess.