Immortality impressively accommodates so much uncertainty without collapsing in on itself in a heap of frustrating dead ends.
After a while, you want to know what line of inquiry the film is pursuing—what greater paths it’s wandered to.
With expert visual precision, the film flows into each new, wild narrative wrinkle as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
The Saints’s whole idea of how to break the system in the first place simply reinforces all the old ideas that originally screwed them over.
Julius Avery’s film, intentionally or not, exposes the political subtext of all other superhero movies.
George Miller’s film is a passionate exploration of how image-making is inextricable from storytelling.
The Game of Thrones prequel struggles to apply new makeup to the old face of palace intrigue.
Cleansed of all risk and personality, the film subsides, as though with a sigh, into the reheated sauce of mediocrity.