Director Ty Roberts’s film is unable to realize that its subject matter is that of a horror story.
The midseason finale of The Walking Dead’s was as bleak as ever, but it closed on a major note of hope.
The episode provides more examples of the authoritarian fascism that gives this season an urgent sense of relevancy.
The latest episode of The Walking Dead approaches war and other forms of carnage from a new direction.
Every quick cut of a peaceful and happy time is a sliver of a lost past—or vision of a future that can now never happen.
The episode is by and large a necessary, if not exactly radical, pressing of the reset button.
Throughout, the episode seems almost hell-bent on having audiences eavesdrop on either the least necessary or redundant conversations imaginable.
Maybe the problem with John from Cincinnati is its miscalculated sense of center.
Deadwood has never shied away from theatrical flourishes that make metaphors concrete.
“What a ride!” says Joel Siegal. “Totally Cool” responds Gene Shalit. It makes me want to throw up to say that they’re kind of right.
The film is too beholden to action-movie requirements to successfully wrap its snow-and-sleet battered head around general geopolitical issues.