B.J. Novak’s The Premise seems self-consciously engineered for profundity and stark provocation.
We Need to Do Something mainly succeeds at suggesting a more compelling film beyond its bathroom walls.
Without sacrificing its sense of kooky humor, the game freely engages with the darker and sadder facets of its premise.
Netflix’s Brand New Cherry Flavor suggests that ambition makes monsters.
The game’s initial familiarity and rigidity belie a world of intricate and formidable imagination.
Reservation Dogs captures a feeling more successfully than it develops its characters, but there’s a power to its aimlessness.
As a tense, twisting mystery through a handsomely realized, historically accurate time and place, The Forgotten City is impressive.
Every story hurriedly resolves itself, foregoing tidy lessons or ironic endings but still lacking a sense of lived-in authenticity.
If nothing else, Peacock’s Dr. Death has been smartly calibrated for its intended audience.
The series alternates between internal reflection and bizarre comedy, one impossible to imagine without the other.
The series is about rebellion with a format that feels rebellious in only the most superficial sense.
Even after getting used to everything that Biomutant throws at you, the array of options at your disposal spreads the game rather thin.
The game’s top-down perspective is quite zoomed in, amplifying the gorgeous details of the storybook art style.
The film has the knowing swagger of something on the cutting edge but none of the self-awareness to realize it’s late to the party.
The show’s political intrigue comes off as boilerplate, but the thrust of the source material’s narrative remains largely unchanged.
Travis Stevens’s film is psychologically astute, until it gives itself over to turning subtext into extremely legible text.
Violation impressively pushes against the typically straightforward trajectory of the rape-revenge film.
Mundaun’s greatest achievement is the Swiss Alps setting that’s brought to life with tangible vigor.
Loop Hero functions as a statement of persistence in the face of the seemingly insurmountable.
The film’s characters hardly possess a sense of a history or an interior life to adequately convey racism’s psychic toll.