The film lacks the passion and the perspective to make the words and tunes truly resonate.
André Øvredal’s film is largely devoid of any palpable atmosphere or tension.
What’s absent here is the murderous lust for power that dovetails with Macbeth and Lady Macbeth’s lust for each other.
Consistently surprising and creatively fearless, Jon M. Chu’s film brings monumentality to a work of infinite heart.
It’s an occasionally amusing and insightful beltway satire that’s ultimately undone by its conventional mise-en-scène and predictable plot.
This disc is barebones, so Spike Lee fans will have settle for a solid transfer of the film itself when relishing this fo’ real, fo’ real shit at home.
The film registers an awareness for the narcotic qualities of cinema, particularly films that address matters of race.
Every creature here that’s intended to burrow into our nightmares is less a wonder of imagination than of size.
It’s most towering accomplishment are its set pieces, which manage to be brash, exhilarating, and even occasionally moving.
Katori Hall ’s work is remarkable for her keen ear for wisecracks and irreverent, self-deprecating humor.