JFK still stands as possibly the purest camp artifact of American political cinema.
Paramount gives De Palma’s opulent crime epic a home-video presentation that’s worthy of its sumptuous sense of visual invention.
Despite a searing performance from Diane Lane, writer-director Thomas Bezucha’s Let Him Go ultimately self-immolates.
The film peddles the simplistic anthropomorphization that’s become a hackneyed trope in numerous Hollywood dog-centric movies.
This warm, literate, erotic sports film receives an appropriately vibrant refurbishing courtesy of the Criterion Collection.
Aaron Sorkin deep dives into self-parody from the opening moments of his directorial debut, Molly’s Game.
Taraji P. Henson triumphantly articulates the pained dignity of Katherine Johnson’s pent-up frustration.
Criminal’s absence of style, the lack of relish the filmmakers take in the material’s inherent ludicrousness, is a failure of conviction.
If there’s a general air of emotional authenticity woven throughout all this garden-variety, faith-in-family hokum, it’s in the racing scenes.
Kevin Costner scowls and darts around the dubious thin line between “racism” and un-sugarcoated “truthfulness.”
Paramount’s Blu-ray has both brawn and brains, but as a reboot, Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit is a largely retrograde mission.
The cruelly obvious third act congeals the film as a wet-eyed monument to the Kevin Costner character’s particular brand of American manliness.
McG’s technical skill can’t quite overcome the story’s lazy sense of humor and incomprehensible plotting.
In case you haven’t noticed, Kevin Costner is in the midst of what could be a major career resurgence.
In keeping his actors on his sober-yet-buoyant plane, Kenneth Branagh presents a convincing romance that doesn’t stall the film’s brisk clip.
To movie fans, JFK is the centerpiece for any defense of the persuasive powers of the medium.
Like a Brazilian wax for the brain, Zack Snyder’s divisive reboot of the Superman franchise will continue to obliterate your senses in this impressive combo package.
The Dead Pool plays like a greatest-hits collection of Dirty Harry movie elements.
Hey, Dad. What’s up? You good? The Braves are doing well this season.
All its faux-patriotism isn’t played for satire, but instead utilized to align the film with an idyllic, unquestioned vision of goodness.