Though its lugubrious and plodding narrative spins its wheels ahead of someone coming along to fill T’Challa’s shoes, Wakanda Forever does stand out for its depictions of grief.
The lighting-strike chemistry of the show’s central couple fuels its exploration of parenthood’s highs and lows.
In delivering its moral pabulum, Yolanda Ramke and Ben Howling’s film forgets to frighten its audience.
It’s a neat trick, immuring audiences in the scowl of the skeptic, but after a while it becomes a cage.
There’s a narrative lopsidedness to Black Panther that sharply undercuts Killmonger’s emotional journey.
Its feminist perspective checkmates the misogyny and machismo that too often mar films set in combat zones.
Most affecting in its depiction of friendship, and the performances represent platonic male intimacy in convincing, often moving ways.
That Wasn’t Me is devoid of the snarky arrogance that defines this category’s other recent inexcusable winners.
Following the gradually revealed deeper shades to the pair’s relationship in the first two seasons, the emotional canvas fully materializes here.
A once-precious franchise’s weakest installment, which forgets these adventures’ magic was never conjured by bells and whistles.
It confidently and openly grapples with its weighty thematic issues before sublimating them into something supernatural.
Rarely do you see a protagonist appear so miniscule on a major movie poster, especially one who’s part of a blockbuster franchise.
A top-shelf presentation of one of last year’s baggiest, most unnecessary films.
There’s more to An Unexpected Journey than self-conscious nostalgia and fan pandering.
The tone of Jackson’s latest is, appropriately, much more jovial than that of Rings, which unfolds in an era far more stricken with despair.
The film, still only clearing its throat, hints at a wellspring of emotional riches to come.
The second season of Sherlock arrives on Blu-ray from BBC in a suitably handsome package with a strong visual/audio transfer.
The film is wholly dependent on the charisma and chemistry of its voice talents to carry us through the 88-minute running time.
There’s something pleasurable about watching the privileged heterosexual couple writhing in ennui to the point of near self-destruction.
Wild Target is occasion for regret mostly because the poised, droll Bill Nighy is all dressed up with no place to go.