An airport novel of a movie, Bill Condon’s The Good Liar is efficient and consumable, if a bit hollow.
The Greatest Showman’s spectacle is overshadowed by its archaic and misguided notions of American exceptionalism.
Bill Condon’s remake actually delivers a remarkably optimistic balm to a festering, existential wound.
It ignores the delights and hardships of becoming an artist in lieu of simply presenting the long-touted liberating effects of art.
45 Years is basically a showcase for Haigh’s finely tuned screenplay and the performances of its two leads.
Where Side Show shines most brightly is in Emily Padgett and Erin Davie’s performances.
The film is guilty of some of the same quick judgment it clearly doesn’t endorse.
The film is going to net a lot of undue, hyperbolic ink, simply because it’s the first Twilight installment that’s compulsively watchable.
Breaking Dawn offers precious few returns, and it continually punishes all who curb their cynicism for even a split second.
From stage to film to DVD, will the Dreamgirls nightmare ever end?
Bullshit.
Beyoncé’s range will be called into question but what about the film’s?
When you take interactive sex questionnaires, do you easily become sexually aroused?
Bill Condon’s provocative, problematic biopic takes an unapologetically reverential stance in its portrayal of the 1940s sex research pioneer.
Best Picture Oscar-winner Chicago gets a no-frills package on this DVD edition.
Because Rob Marshall takes little pain to create a life between musical numbers, Chicago plods along from one outburst to the next.