For me, Ebert always seemed to be there when I needed him.
At this stage, the alternately thrilling and unwieldy three-hour epic is the season’s closest thing to a wild card.
Sometimes it’s hard to separate a movie from the hype.
The Descendants is unassumingly superb, and it’s sure to clinch a whole lot of Oscar nominations. Indeed, it’s a Clooney.
The primary tactic in Snyder’s repertoire is decontextualization.
Milo Burke’s America isn’t in the throes of environmental or theocratic chaos, just a long, slow slide into mediocrity.
Susan Sontag was correct when she argued against excessive interpretation of artistic work.