Whenever Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt aren’t on screen together, the movie magic dissipates.
The whole of the film is less than the sum of its parts, but the parts are often breathtakingly shot.
The film is as much a relevant view of adolescence and male/female relations as it is an act of remembrance.
Despite a suspenseful jolt or two, this cornball Hitchcock riff is anything but subtle.
The Whip and the Body is at once frightening and hysterical, a gothic rendition of a D.H. Lawrence tale.
The overall effect is like opening a present on Christmas morning.
Its brilliance emanates equally from its structure, the acuteness of its gaze, and Edward Yang’s acknowledgement of life as a series of alternately humdrum and catastrophic occurrences.
This is Kenneth Lonergan’s trip down a familiar road where lives will forever be emotionally and inextricably bound.
In American Psycho, there is an exit—it’s just called the future.