Hoberman discusses how the art of filmmaking, and the business of moviegoing, influenced, mirrored, and altered Reagan’s presidency.
The film is refreshing for its lack of pearl-clutching, its ambivalence in assessing what it’s like to be a commodity with a nervous system.
The film is inspirational only in the sense that it may inspire an uptick in Amazon searches for running gear.
Gavin Hood wrings suspense out of the parsing of the nuances of evidence and the tapping of mysterious contacts.
It never resolves its commingling of the fanciful and the mundane into a particularly compelling argument about the legacy of trauma.
The film is a curiously anodyne affair that proposes the distinctly unenlightening idea that the medicine against despair is just a little R&R.
The film is beautiful and occasionally quite moving, but its subject matter deserves more than art-house irresolution.
Gene Stupnitsky’s film is Big Mouth for those who prefer ribald humor about tweenage sexuality in live action.
The film is about a mystery that isn’t solved, and how that inconclusiveness spotlights the insidious functions of society.
The film bottles a palpable emotion of unabashed joy, even when the rest of it seems to barely hold together.
The film wrings white-knuckle tension less through jump scares than from the darkness of a seemingly infinite void.
Over and over, the film reminds us that banking on a gimmick isn’t an adequate substitute for an incisive character portrait.
At heart, Aquarela is a war film: a cacophonous survey of the global battle between man and water.
These films are fearless in breaking down boundaries and thrusting us into worlds beyond our own.
Once it gets past what feels like submission to genre demands, the drama reaffirms its focus on the central themes.
Onah and Harrison discuss their approach to creating the film’s central character and how they navigated his many dualities.
The film never meaningfully reckons with the complexity of the characters’ motivations and the consequences of their actions.
Even the most casual exchanges at the festival ended with some variation of a sentiment that arose as a mantra: “It’s complicated.”