Throughout The Humans, Stephen Karam orchestrates the highs and lows of a family reunion with Chekhovian subtlety.
Abby Kohn and Marc Silverstein’s I Feel Pretty never really taps into the inherent absurdity of its premise.
It’s admirably frank in its depiction of lingering trauma but too often struggles to capture its more ineffable qualities.
It’s dismaying how comfortable the film is in treating its Latin American characters as mere props for violent gags.
The script doesn’t revel in Amy’s quite harmless flaws, or at least examine them in the spirit of benevolence.
Commingling industry shoptalk with introspective insights and wrangling testimonials, the film casts an incredibly wide net.
Michael Walker’s film ably speaks to the plight of the modern nine-to-fiver, who can feel bits of his or her soul dissolve with each daily commute.