Magazine Dreams melds the alluring and the horrific in an unsettling mixture suited to its account of the peril of pursuing physical perfection.
Till taps into a deeper well of emotions than most biopics.
Cyrano will make you wish that Joe Wright had been more interested in the material at the center of his house of flourishes.
Hillbilly Elegy feels like a bland feel-good story rather than one part of a longer tragedy with no clear end.
Throughout, the characters aren’t allowed to reveal themselves apart from the dictates of the plot.
Fortunately for the film, Carlo Mirabella-Davis continually springs scenes that either transcend or justify his preaching.
It’s admirably frank in its depiction of lingering trauma but too often struggles to capture its more ineffable qualities.
The Girl on the Train arrives on Blu-ray in a serviceable, if unremarkable, packaging from Universal.
The film seems more interested in its art design then in fully developing the story’s underlying sexual ethics.
Tate Taylor’s The Girl on the Train is a grimly deadpan lecture about messy truths and false perceptions.
The film never surrenders to the abandon of its action, and as such never feels like it shifts out of first gear.
The film’s unbelievably precise choreography of action seeks to tap into a universal feeling of powerlessness.
The film is a serviceable, if unremarkable, tale of doomed, cross-class love and criminal activity.
Strange is the new normal in Gregg Araki’s splashy and squishy Kaboom.
Here is a breezy, old-school horror romp which gets a surprising amount of mileage from the usual genre standbys.
For those who find bloody noses and whispered voices bone-chilling, heeeeeeere’s The Haunting of Molly Hartley.
An average romantic comedy emboldened by a great Drew Barrymore performance.
Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant should work with each other more often.