The film lacks the passion and the perspective to make the words and tunes truly resonate.
Rarely has a film used its foreknowledge of a happy ending as a reason to remain so uncritical and incurious of its central subject.
The series eclipses its source material in capturing the omnidirectional dread of Lovecraftian horror.
Ava DuVernay’s series is a handsomely mounted dramatization, but it often veers into the trite, obvious, and maudlin.
Netflix will release the series on May 31.
If Beale Street Could Talk is at its most potent in the scenes where human frailty and the specter of injustice come more elliptically to the surface.
Nate Parker strains to control the strange and stirring complications of his subject’s visionary apocalypticism.
There’s nothing more disappointing than watching a talented artist struggle to don a new creative hat that’s several sizes too large.
Lionel Ritchie’s corny-as-shit “Hello,” consider yourself served.
Screenwriter Richard Price writes for actors with a capital A, delighting in character-driven monologues that offer bang for their buck.
Wolfe delivers a solid DVD package for Evans’s film.
Taylor Hackford’s Ray follows cloying Oscar-season conventions to the note.
While the film’s obsession with race and representation may be intellectual, its justified anger and inquisitiveness is tempered with great sensitivity.