The excitement that the film tries to generate for its main characters is disturbingly glib.
Christopher Nolan’s film willfully and startlingly dispenses with the plodding routines of the average biopic.
The series consistently opts for excess over restraint, with disorienting results.
Doug Liman’s sci-fi action thriller remains one of the most enjoyable American blockbusters of the previous decade.
Jaume Collet-Serra’s deft touches elevate what otherwise feels like another formulaic contemporary Disney blockbuster.
Throughout, John Krasinski seems to be in his comfort zone when staking tension on the importance of family and legacy.
Jamie Dornan is a stiff whom Jon Hamm immediately upstages, and this dynamic underscores why the film is so tedious and unsatisfying.
How has Oscar royally screwed things up this year? Let us count the ways.
For all of its slavish devotion to Mary Poppins, the sequel doesn’t even seem to recognize its greatest attribute: its star.
Paramount’s fine-tuned Blu-ray should be an essential addition to the libraries of horror fans and audiophiles alike.
The film turns the act of survival into a powerful statement of defiance against the vagaries of the unknown.
Arthur Conan Doyle’s legendary characters feel as if they’ve been air-dropped into a universe where they don’t belong.
It suggests four episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic smushed together with a Sia music video tacked on at the end.
The Girl on the Train arrives on Blu-ray in a serviceable, if unremarkable, packaging from Universal.
Tate Taylor’s The Girl on the Train is a grimly deadpan lecture about messy truths and false perceptions.
The overriding despair of Winter’s War’s imagery calls into question who, exactly, the film is for.
Jóhann Jóhannsson’s score is just one of many elements that conjure a relentlessly terrifying realm of despair.
The one saving grace of Sicario is the considerable talent of cinematographer Roger Deakins.
This PG-rated romp is, refreshingly, less notable for its happily-ever-afters than its oh-no-they-didn’ts.
It’s an intelligent, self-reflexive summer blockbuster with an eye for castigating proliferate franchise mentalities.