Throughout Maestro, Bradley Cooper mostly relegates Bernstein’s art to the sidelines.
The film exists largely to be replaced by the next shiny thing in the MCU conveyor belt.
Across Taika Waititi’s Thor: Love and Thunder, a war against the gods feels like an afterthought to a bad rom-com.
Universal brings Licorice Pizza to home video with a beautiful Blu-ray, though the lack of a UHD option for such a gorgeous film is frustrating.
Guillermo del Toro reimagines an agonizing, still shocking noir as an exhibit in a wax museum.
It’s the hints of danger, employed like ghost notes in a shuffling rhythm, that lend the film its sneaky depth of feeling.
Every serious narrative beat in the film is ultimately undercut by pro-forma storytelling, or by faux-improvised humor.
There are no real supplements on this disc, but Eastwood’s eccentric and moving film speaks quite well for itself.
The film finally ends up souring its perspective on responsibility with a hardened take on the limits of the American dream.
Who knew that Will Tippin from Alias and Mother Monster had this much spark between them?
Based on the trailer alone, it seems A Star Is Born is likely to be neither a disaster nor a masterpiece.
Throughout Avengeners: Infinity War, rapidity (of dialogue and drama) is mistaken for actual rhythm.
The film at one point offers the finest sustained act of emotional storytelling to grace a Marvel production.
Todd Phillips’s film is unrepentantly cynical when it comes to the global business of warmongering.
Russell proposes that there may be no real barrier between the caustic worldview he wears and the sense of childlike wonder he sells.
Everything in the script signals that the hero must transform himself from an abusive tyrant in the kitchen to the head of a loving and fully functional family.
After a while, the film’s sing-a-song-for-the-world vibe, so buoyantly optimistic at first, becomes grating and smug.
Eastwood’s visceral, divisive war film receives a top-shelf A/V presentation, though be sure to skip the dull puff pieces masquerading as extras.
The film can’t reconcile Ron Rash’s apocalyptic tenderness with its own eagerness to revel in romantic star allure.
First, praise be to the brave Oscar pundits who have Bradley Cooper in their crosshairs.