Kenneth Branagh’s third Agatha Christie adaptation is a dusty, dry, and sluggish affair.
Once things get moving, it’s smooth sailing to the double-shocker of a denouement.
Jaume Collet-Serra’s deft touches elevate what otherwise feels like another formulaic contemporary Disney blockbuster.
The film’s biggest liberty is to make Poirot’s ultimate decision more palatable for American sensibilities.
Blade Runner 2049 is so terrified of disreputability that it renders itself dead from the waist down.
It’s time for the series to push beyond thematic foreplay and embrace the flawed and terrifying present tense.
In the midst of its social outrage, American Gods has made room for a warped and modern romantic comedy.
In American Gods, deities work in a fashion similar to that of politicians, as both bedazzle the public.
The episode tells a story of a relationship tragically governed by imbalance of power.
The notion of transcendence runs through the latest episode of American Gods as a thematic thread.
The episode is deeply critical of America, yet offers a glance toward the possibility of salvation.
Like many pilot episodes, the premiere of American Gods mows through a wealth of exposition.
It recognizes that the thinly veiled secret of Wolverine’s loner act is that he’s always been a cog of some kind.
Green Lantern is a mediocrity, neither folly nor kitsch.