Most affecting in its depiction of friendship, and the performances represent platonic male intimacy in convincing, often moving ways.
It puts more focus on delivering a jokes, imitations, zippy repartee, and sight gags than its plot’s familiar machinations.
The film refuses to penetrate Turing’s carnality and allow Cumberbatch to truly wrestle with the torment of the man’s sexuality.
Following the gradually revealed deeper shades to the pair’s relationship in the first two seasons, the emotional canvas fully materializes here.
What works about the film can largely be attributed to Tracy Letts’s original text.
A once-precious franchise’s weakest installment, which forgets these adventures’ magic was never conjured by bells and whistles.
The film is guilty of some of the same quick judgment it clearly doesn’t endorse.
The relative quality of generational family abuse, a prominent motif in the play, comes through loud and clear.
The film practically treats Solomon Norhtup as passive observer to a litany of horrors that exist primarily for our own education.
It’s adept at showing how the slavers’ hateful descriptions of their victims are more than simply demeaning.
the black void of death is the darkness du jour in Abrams’s bracingly revisionist melodramedy.
The poster for August: Osage County would have been an event no matter what it looked like.
The clarity and inventiveness of J.J. Abrams’s direction keeps the drama and the action constantly percolating.
The peril of prescription drug use is only one red herring that Scott Z. Burns throws out.
The second season of Sherlock arrives on Blu-ray from BBC in a suitably handsome package with a strong visual/audio transfer.
A gorgeous transfer of another bracing Spielberg oddity.
This is a film of unimpeachable craft, even occasional lyricism, that somehow turns an amazing horse into a boring one.
Though rich in ambiguity and a generalized sense of apprehension, the film almost entirely avoids that spy-movie staple: the explosive set piece.
It’s impressive that Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss have chosen such a gimmick-free approach to their series.
Paul Bettany’s performance deserves a better film than this one.