The Mamma Mia! sequel’s flaws are overridden by infectious moments that, to take a cue from ABBA, you couldn’t escape if you wanted to.
The film is, even by Paul Schrader’s standards, a bleak endeavor, concerned with the durability of spirituality.
Gringo’s circuitous narrative never allows for a character or storyline to develop in a particularly efficient way.
Though it pretends to stick up for all the schmucks in the world, the film is really just laughing along with the assholes.
The cinematic touchstone throughout Paul Schrader’s First Reformed is the Danish director Carl Theodor Dreyer.
The episode divides its time between domestic drama, overarching mythology, and seriocomic pop surrealism.
As of the latest episode of Twin Peaks: The Return suggests, the darkness seems to be winning.
We might expect it to end on the performance, as each episode has until now, but Lynch throws us a curveball.
Harriet’s transformation isn’t significant enough to justify her complete redemption in the eyes of those around her.
The film’s weird reformulation of the Electra complex is nothing short of a sexist fantasy of salvation.
Sloppy and haphazard where it should be calculatedly chaotic, it can’t ever seem to settle on an appropriate tone.
Joe Wright’s film could fuel an entire series of incredulous episodes of the How Did This Get Made? podcast.
The film is a redundant showcase for Seth MacFarlane’s racy, dick-centric sense of humor.
Baumbach lobs jokes a Sturgesian velocity, but much of this cross-generational comedy is frantic and wearisomely superficial.
All of Seth MacFarlane’s whiny point-scoring is such an explicit appeal for audience sympathy that the dialogue feels derived from a malnourished stand-up routine.
Even amid the troubling trend of remaking films that have barely collected a speck of dust, there are still movies that can surprise you.
Lost in the music, mustaches, and furniture of the early ‘70s, this docudrama of a porn star’s exploitation isn’t nearly painful enough.
Epic is something close to an animated masterpiece…provided it’s watched on mute.
For a movie ultimately about what freaks we all are behind the fronts we build for the sake of normalcy, the apathetically performed The Big Wedding couldn’t possibly be more square.