In its rush for buzzy, batshit absurdity, the Amazon series neglects to establish any semblance of normalcy to play against.
The film is marked by wild flashes of invention, all born of painstaking craft and devotion.
The film looks better than ever, though the lack of a new 4K transfer from the negative leaves open the possibility of a superior future release.
Cary Joji Fukunaga’s film inadvertently confirms that Bond is best when the simpler, more savage pleasures prevail.
Wes Anderson’s film is an often fascinating, wondrous exercise in complex narration and visual composition.
As Rifkin’s Festival drones on, the wastefulness grows offensive in a manner that’s unusual even for Allen’s misfires.
Fox’s Blu-ray may be the reference disc of the year so far, with unimpeachable audio and video and a host of strong extras to boot.
It’s an occasionally amusing and insightful beltway satire that’s ultimately undone by its conventional mise-en-scène and predictable plot.
The film’s action boasts some of the most sturdy, coherent direction to mark a giant-scale blockbuster in some time.
Payne’s defenders might call his often acidic touch Swiftian, though it comes off more toothlessly noncommittal.
The Legend of Tarzan drags Edgar Rice Burroughs’s century-old pulp into the social perspective of the present day.
A beautiful presentation of a film that merges the tropes of the 007 series with a startlingly expressive aesthetic.
There’s much to admire here, from its symbolically sickly aesthetic to its clearly shot action sequences.
Pressure mounts on all sides to declare Tim Burton’s sweet and understated Big Eyes either a return to form or a turned corner.
It doesn’t offer enough of Burton’s eccentricity to register as anything other than what one character derides as “that representational jazz.”
If your answer to the question “When are rape jokes funny?” is anything aside from “never,” the good news is that you may still find a lot to hoot over throughout the film.
The film rehashes the same few superficial humanist/socialist platitudes over and over again, with such reliability as to nurture our complacency.
The doc is dressed to the nines in pomp and patriotism, which seems meant to hide the fact that the film offers very little in the way of valuable reporting or insider information.
This is the first film year in a long while that’s made me want to applaud Harvey Weinstein.
Epic is something close to an animated masterpiece provided it’s watched on mute.