One of the finest, most distinctive Marvel productions yet gets an expectedly sterling home-video release.
The film is committed to the idea that heroism isn’t a burden but an uplifting realization of our best qualities.
Writer-director Shana Feste’s film alternates between cutesy comedy and undercooked emotional drama.
Any potential subtext of Munro Leaf’s children’s book has been bleached out in the marketplace-oriented Ferdinand.
The film is unable to reconcile a desire to ridicule its own artifice with constant attempts to foster genuine empathy and dramatic tension.
I, Tonya’s attempts to implicate viewers is its broken shoelace, too pat and glib to be convincing.
The Nut Job 2’s episodic plot is little more than a clothesline on which to hang manic action sequences.
Vinyl never feels as if it’s truly about the record business, which instead serves as a backdrop for iconic guest characters and mob-movie set pieces.
Compounding the leaden pace are the shoehorned references that connect the film to the continuity of the Marvel universe.
It’s the sustained, full-bodied mania of Melissa McCarthy’s performance that anchors the film’s many winning blind-alley gags.