Scorsese’s engrossing historical thriller is a three-hander on an epic canvas.
The Eyes of Tammy Faye exists only to allow its performers to run in pyrotechnic circles around each other.
The film is an intimate look at the extraordinary rise, fall, and redemption of televangelist Tammy Faye Bakker.
Criterion’s exacting presentation of Scorsese’s late-inning masterpiece is a testament to the enduring value of physical media.
It’s difficult to imagine a worse time to release Brian Kirk’s 21 Bridges than the present.
The film feels composed of burnished, often blackly funny, fragments of erratic memory.
Alison Bagnall and her talented leads appear to effortlessly achieve a tone that’s tricky to sustain, one that abounds equally in absurdism and empathy.
Gayby might be political by virtue of its existence, but that’s about where the statement-making ends.
Nothing could have prepared me for Rapp’s chilling, unrelentingly committed glimpse into dystopia with Nursing.
A steady mixture of passive-aggressive cynicism and unearned togetherness mark the film with a dark streak of indulgence.