The film exhibits the telltale signs of a series struggling to justify its existence.
The film’s lack of charm prevents it from transcending the thinness of its high-concept premise.
Anderson moves even closer to cultural curation and further from sustained storytelling.
Warner Bros.’s 4K upgrade brings theatrical-level clarity to Edwards’s bold reboot of Toho’s Godzilla franchise.
You could say that the real message that sums up the film is that no humans are bad.
The film mixes a self-help message with moments of hard, cruel detail.
The film becomes overrun by an increasingly preachy and tiresome series of life lessons about race, class, and love.
The innate imperfection of canine hair gives Wes Anderson’s lovingly crafted dioramas the illusion of life.
At the center of the episode is one of the most difficult circumstances from which to mine comedy.
Last Flag Flying is colored by how time reshapes our sense of self, embracing some memories while occluding others.
Writer-director Robin Swicord’s film seems content to merely carry out its absurdist premise until the bitter end.
The film is so concerned with launching a mature teen-targeted franchise that it often forgets to have some fun.
The film is amiable thanks to the commitment of its lead actors and its refusal to condescend to its characters.
Its clunky incidents of exposition leave us with no real understanding of what anyone is thinking or feeling.
Leonardo DiCaprio will win an Oscar because “being right” is the modus operandi of the average pundit’s investment in any given year’s Oscar race.
The film evenly distributes its action in quick bursts of fluidly animated fight choreography.
By keeping Dalton Trumbo on the straight and narrow, the film saps his story of much of its power.
It still strides like a behemoth, but the extras are sadly as inconsequential as the crowds rushing around our unlikely hero’s massive feet.
Glancing over this year’s Emmy nominations is to marvel again at just how much the television landscape has changed in 20 years.
It’s magnificently sustained equivalent of Ravel’s “Bolero,” with nuclear warheads in place of timpani rolls.