Throughout, Cage flexes his singular acting muscles in increasingly hilarious directions.
Dominik’s adaptation of Joyce Carol Oates’s novel paints Monroe as nothing more than a bruised plaything.
Weird accordingly—or is it accordion-gly?—takes everything to new heights of glorious ridiculousness.
The series leaves no police procedural cliché untouched but ultimately transcends its familiarity.
Alejandro Landes’s film depicts amorality with minimal curiosity and a surplus of numbing stylistic verve.
The festival feels like a long-awaited apparition in a place where events of its magnitude might be scarce.
I, Tonya’s attempts to implicate viewers is its broken shoelace, too pat and glib to be convincing.
The vacillating nature of Melissa Leo’s Mother Reverend is characteristic of Margaret Betts’s Novitiate as a whole.
The film is a lightly dramatized case file that’s structurally averse to world-building and psychological portraiture.
Even when tragedy strikes early on, the revelation is just another “growing up is hard” dot on the grid.
Its second season is no more or less disappointing than a grand seduction that concludes with a minute-long roll in the hay.
What works about the film can largely be attributed to Tracy Letts’s original text.
Streep has earned kudos for a performance that’s fine, but not stellar when measured against her better work.
The relative quality of generational family abuse, a prominent motif in the play, comes through loud and clear.
The film is a throbbing tale of lust and love, an aching chronicle of a relationship’s fall, a heartbreaking account of addiction.
Jay Anania’s William Vincent is a turgid experiment in elliptical lyricism.
Staten Island has the stench of meat left on the counter for too long.
Eventually the interviews open out beyond these rigidly structured segments, seeping over into the territory of the characters’ daily lives.
Two Weeks is essentially a how-to-die cine-manual for the illiterate.
Throughout, generalizations about monogamy and varying sexual orientations are bandied about, then meekly pooh-pooh’d.