The film doesn’t break a single mold, and it doesn’t take long to realize that’s entirely the point.
For Schrader, even a film called Master Gardener ultimately pivots on a man having to take out the macho trash.
Ron Howard’s Thirteen Lives gets lost in a story that’s already been told.
David Lowery’s film exerts a haunting pull, but it’s only superficially more daring and enigmatic than its source material.
Trauma becomes tangible in Barry Jenkins’s adaptation of Colson Whitehead’s novel.
Today, A24 dropped the trailer for haunting mustache enthusiast David Lowery's latest.
If only the film made more of the curious tension between Timothée Chalamet’s Henry and Robert Pattinson’s dauphin.
The actor-director discusses the value of telling this particular coming-out story.
You may admire the construction of certain moments more than you feel them, or Boy Erased as a whole, in your bones.
Gringo’s circuitous narrative never allows for a character or storyline to develop in a particularly efficient way.
Red Sparrow never gives fateful or conspicuous weight to all the breadcrumbs that point toward its long game.
Last night during the Golden Globe Awards, 20th Century Fox premiered a new trailer for the spy thriller Red Sparrow.
How is it that a film so beholden to dull, unnecessary exposition can be so eager to avoid explaining itself?
The film finds little grooves of humanity to explore in its characters and milieu in between the expected plot beats.
The film, which celebrates the real-life courage and commitment of the Lovings, stars Joel Edgerton and Ruth Negga.
Jeff Nichols doesn’t bring to Loving the same excitement and urgency he brought to his more genre-driven work.
It starts off as a dynamic parable about faith before wilting into a glum and rather disingenuous paean to the family.
It constantly blunders into stylistic choices and narrative clichés that sabotage the sturdy two-hander at its center.
The film is a lightly dramatized case file that’s structurally averse to world-building and psychological portraiture.
Joel Edgerton’s boilerplate direction is a blessing for a genre increasingly saddled with literal visualizations of madness.