Ritchie’s action-comedy never quite settles on what type of film it wants to be.
What distinguishes the film from much of its ilk is Albert Shin’s ongoing taste for peculiar and unsettling details.
The most liberating thing about Fifty Shades Freed is that it doesn’t even try to make sense of Christian Grey.
This is a film in which Christian Grey owns a pommel horse and gives no indication that he wants to have sex on it.
The majority of the film manages to circumvent the blunt allure of vaguely jingoistic “Boston Strong” patriotism.
It boasts a Greatest Generation nostalgia so thoroughgoing it might as well be called Boys Becoming Men.
The chickens of gilded-era capitalism come to roost in as many configurations as are possible.
Just how soap-operatic are Soderbergh and writers Jack Amiel and Michael Begler willing to go?
This episode sees its characters ground up especially in the gears of their own patriarchal systems.
Steven Soderbergh’s camera seamlessly stitches the hospital’s constituent parts together in what appears to be real time.
“Wonderful Surprises” is so over-stacked as to make each scene work purely as exposition.
The Knick is such a well-constructed series that the characters’ dialogue can’t help but reveal one prejudice thrown at the expense of another
The Knick provides a wealth of nuanced history of early 20th-century medicine and social mores.
As immersive as it is overstuffed, The Knick’s season finale opens on the anxious face of the hospital’s secretly pregnant benefactor.
The change in seasons is a terrifically smart maneuver, even if it allows for some fairly obvious hopscotching.
Director Steven Soderbergh’s handling of the meningitis case is both technically and dramatically virtuoso.
The Knickerbocker Hospital’s putative mission to help New York City’s neediest gets its most interesting stress test yet in “They Capture the Heat.”
“Where’s the Dignity?” doesn’t lack for drama or tension; it’s just much better stacked than its predecessors.
The lurking anti-subtlety of The Knick’s pilot picks right back up in “Mr. Paris Shoes.”
A decidedly 21st-century tension drives The Knick: the murky interstice between recorded and unrecorded history.