The film reduces Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s life to a series of clearly defined hurdles and overemphatic realizations.
Rogue One is an interesting entry in the Star Wars franchise, and the flawless A/V transfer of Disney’s Blu-ray fully translates its aesthetic beauty.
It’s difficult to begrudge a film that has the good sense to put so much stock in Ben Kingsley’s hammy theatrics.
A Monster Calls is both governed and straitjacketed by director J.A. Bayona’s competent impersonality.
Rogue One at least creates its own character dynamics and plot routes rather than coasts on existing ones.
Ron Howard’s adaptation retains the essential inanity of author Dan Brown’s source material.
Comparisons to Steven Spielberg’s The BFG and Spike Jonze’s Where the Wild Things Are will be inevitable.
It’s mostly notable for the concerted, and effective, effort that’s been made to have this first Star Wars Anthology film be in conversation with and stand apart from the official Star Wars series.
If its copycat visual artistry illuminates nothing, at least its script is sincerely devoted to probing Finkel and Longo’s odd partnership.
The gynophobic evidence is there and it’s damning.