Criterion’s impeccable 4K restoration ensures that this is the definitive home-video experience of Billy Wilder’s classic comedy.
Luke Fowler allows us to access some of the intimate details of Bartlett’s life in intriguingly indirect ways.
Robin Hood’s shameless silliness only takes it so far, as the film is frequently undermined by Otto Bathurst’s wobbly direction.
The film isn’t really concerned with Lara’s journey to find peace and balance, as its interested only in her downward spiral of crisis.
The Grinch‘s vision of Christmas is so insipid and lifeless, it’s hard to see why the Grinch would even bother to steal it.
Despite all its confoundments, 9 Fingers works as a unified whole thanks to F.J. Ossang’s playful sense of humor.
Aleksei German Jr.‘s film could be seen as a kind of tribute to his late father.
The film is a slow, directionless anti-thriller that never manages to build tension or establish any stakes.
The Guilty is a taut chamber thriller dominated by Jakob Cedergren’s flinty yet highly emotive visage.
The Hate U Give has taken the recent Black Lives Matter movement—with all its passion, fury, and hunger for justice—and turned it into a lesson plan.
The Spy Who Dumped Me’s blasé attitude toward violence feels out of step with the low-key comedic energy of its leads.
Teen Titans Go! To the Movies earns its biggest laughs from its in-jokey riffs on contemporary superhero movies.
In effect, it positions young jihadis less as fervid, bloodthirsty psychopaths and more as dumb kids at summer camp.
Kimberly Reed’s approach is too bloodless to make us feel the full weight of the injustices her film identifies.
Director Charles Stone III’s Uncle Drew is mostly an excuse to watch NBA greats horse around in funny getups.
The brother-sister drama at the center of writer-director Clio Barnard’s film remains frustratingly hazy.
Writer-director Shana Feste’s film alternates between cutesy comedy and undercooked emotional drama.
Incredibles 2 primarily concerns male anxiety about women taking over traditionally masculine roles.
It only hits its stride when its hedonistic images are paired with the stoned-out grooves of Future’s original songs.
The documentary provides little sense of intimacy with its subject, but it gives an in-depth look at the master chef’s uniquely obsessive work habits.