Reigel discusses working with Sally Menke, how editing a film is like attending a dinner party, and more.
In a Slant exclusive, the makers of I, Tonya discuss the importance music played in the film.
I, Tonya’s attempts to implicate viewers is its broken shoelace, too pat and glib to be convincing.
It boasts a Greatest Generation nostalgia so thoroughgoing it might as well be called Boys Becoming Men.
It feels like a giant copout, boiling an entire culture down to repetitive pastiche on its way to that glittering homogeneous fantasyland of sports-movie magic.