In comparison to its predecessors, Quantumania is laborious and self-serious to a fault.
The Kominsky Method’s broad, formulaic humor undercuts any poignancy in the show’s portrayal of men in their twilight.
One of the finest, most distinctive Marvel productions yet gets an expectedly sterling home-video release.
The film is committed to the idea that heroism isn’t a burden but an uplifting realization of our best qualities.
With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.
Compounding the leaden pace are the shoehorned references that connect the film to the continuity of the Marvel universe.
If all a movie needed was a boy with abs and a gun (or slingshot), then Beyond the Reach would be a masterpiece.
Diane Keaton’s jangled neurotic tics are simply sprinkled atop her on-screen persona like jimmies on a bowl of ice cream.
Mike Myers’s glorified act of hero worship leaves one hard-pressed to form any conclusion other than an infinitely positive one about Shep Gordon.
That Wasn’t Me is devoid of the snarky arrogance that defines this category’s other recent inexcusable winners.
Believe it or not, we know exactly what’s going to happen at Sunday’s Golden Globe Awards.
The film is depressing, sub-sitcom fodder that will dull whatever affection you may still harbor for these legendary actors.
The doc is dressed to the nines in pomp and patriotism, which seems meant to hide the fact that the film offers very little in the way of valuable reporting or insider information.
The brash, rise-and-fall stock-market satire seems to boast more comedy than the filmmaker’s typical hard-hitting drama.
Behind the Candelabra is powerful, funny, and emotionally rigorous, and also serves as an uncommonly heartfelt Dear John letter.
You might have noticed that Hollywood’s superhero well is running a little dry.
Criterion continues to polish their gold standard with their release of David Fincher’s most underrated and unseen masterpiece.
This deceptively modest bundle of butt-kicking and betrayal gets a top-notch transfer from Lionsgate.
The primetime debut of one of Criterion’s indies-in-residence, Soderbergh’s Oscar-winning drug war epic gets a terrific HD upgrade.
Soderbergh’s latest is all aloof propulsion, and like Contagion, it’s ultimately inconsequential.