The wry humor of the film masks profoundly complex and painful undercurrents of emotion.
Call Jane is curiously staid and low-wattage story where, too often, things work out just fine for its characters.
Adrian’s plight is too generic for his tears to count as something other than a sentimental ready-made.
The film’s satisfyingly tactile action set pieces serve to hammer home just how perilous the space race really was.
The film is a paean to the 20th century’s moving image as well the invisible, Oz-like figure of the collector-as-curator.
This adaptation attunes itself expertly to the very real dangers staring back at Carol and Therese.
Even when The Whale wanders into heavily fished waters, it still comes up with fresh revelations and bracing truths.