Part of the pleasure of Gary Ross’s film lies in watching it turn a typically male-dominated genre on its head.
The new trailer for Ocean’s 8 reminds us, more than once, that committing a crime can be deliciously fun.
After its bracing opening, the film begins to indulge the worst impulses of well-meaning liberal cinema.
If The Hunger Games found its urgency in the horrors of kid-on-kid fatalities, Catching Fire finds it in the collapsing of a societal facade.
The Hunger Games succeeds by allowing us to care about who teenagers are hooking up with while also still feeling smart about it.
While Garry Ross’s efforts are quite commendable, there’s little that seems to boast a unique directorial stamp.
The film’s plot is uneven, splitting time between three protagonists who together feature zero endearing defining traits.
Big is a consummate ’80s film about kid-dom and growing old too fast.
Marshall’s film is gold.
The film superficially and naïvely underscores the many trials and tribulations of its eponymous racehorse with scenes of American underdevelopment.