Review: Vice

Brian A. Miller’s Vice takes the basic premise from 1973’s Westworld and morphs it into an incoherent slog.

Review: Nobel Son

The film operates under the wretchedly false assumption that it can cover up its derivativeness with flashy sound and fury.

Review: Prime

The film seems to have been made so that writer-director Ben Younger can shoot all of his favorite sites in New York City.