The wry humor of the film masks profoundly complex and painful undercurrents of emotion.
Michael Mann’s moody crime classic gets a definitive release in the UHD format.
Across Taika Waititi’s Thor: Love and Thunder, a war against the gods feels like an afterthought to a bad rom-com.
Noah Hawley treats his protagonist’s story as a somber tragedy that at times stoops to trashiness.
Natalie Portman plays the older Celeste like a car revving in first gear, deafeningly loud but scarcely moving.
Paramount’s Blu-ray, which is most notable for its reference-level soundtrack, stays true to the film’s mutative beauty.
Alex Garland’s film gets momentum from the deeper it pushes into the uncertainties of ecology and the self.
Given all its clumsily executed genre detours and tonal fluctuations, Rebecca Zlutowski’s film suggests an amateur juggling act.
Terrence Malick’s Song to Song is about floating along on currents of uncertain desire and excitement.
To those who’ve been relishing the shade Eric has been throwing at La La Land, I apologize, because I will not be taking Emma Stone to the library today.
Pablo Larraín’s film bluntly hammers home the notion that history is framed by perception rather than reality.
The films at this year’s festival offered plenty examples of legacies lived up to and not—neglected and obsessed over.
Larraín’s Jackie is concerned with elucidating levels of performance in public and private spheres.
It mostly succeeds in capturing the nuances of an event that continues to arouse passionate debate to this day.
The film has the uncanny quality of an out-of-body experience, not a torn-from-the-heart confessional.
It constantly blunders into stylistic choices and narrative clichés that sabotage the sturdy two-hander at its center.
Superhero movies aren’t going anywhere, nor is their standard, on-to-the-next-fight structure, so it’s heartening to see a gem that grandly and amusingly fills in the blanks.
Jennifer Lawrence is taking a page from Mo’Nique’s book and playing the campaign game by her own rules.
If you own the 2009 Blu-ray, and you’re happy with it, there’s no need to subsidize the present custodians of Miramax’s catalogue.
It’s difficult to discern precisely where this all went wrong, and even more difficult to speculate about possible improvements.