Throughout, the film balances a dynamic aesthetic energy with a generosity of spirit.
George Clooney’s film is a plodding and deeply unsatisfying genre exercise.
As a suspense film, it’s so sluggishly structured that it borders on the avant-garde.
The film reduces Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s life to a series of clearly defined hurdles and overemphatic realizations.
The flawless A/V transfer of Disney’s Blu-ray fully translates the film’s 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.
More certain is that, no matter how much of the familiar the film will recycle, it will make a killing at the box office come December.
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.
Meticulous in its adherence to conventional narrative inducement, it only offers a sanded-down and embossed vision of Stephen Hawking and Jane Wilde’s 30-year marriage.
Drake Doremus’s film is an inert, thinly plotted melodrama premised on trite characterizations that would be offensive if they weren’t so absurd.
Ralph Fiennes’s film feels not so much rooted in the past as it is mired in conventions about how to portray that past.
Stacie Passon approaches Concussion’s subject matter provocatively though never exploitatively.
It doesn’t spoil much to say that Cheerful Weather for a Wedding contains little good weather and no wedding ceremony.
This posh comedy’s script ably intertwines a women’s film with a risqué slice of history.
Yes, the title of Albatross is a metaphor.