Review: Macbeth

Throughout, director Justin Kurzel’s stagey pretensions clash with each of his aesthetic choices.

Review: Child 44

It’s at once devoted to corroborating and casting an exaggerated light on Soviet paranoia and the state’s rhetoric of unmasking its enemies.

Review: Pride

The film the tough true story has spawned is as formulaically cheery, didactically “uplifting,” and fundamentally false as a Disney sports movie.

Review: Honour

Paddy Considine’s benumbed ambiguity at least works against writer-director Shan Khan’s reduction of honor killings to grist for the cheapest of pulpy thrills.

Review: The Double

Whatever the film’s interest may be in the marginalized, writer-director Richard Ayoade never alludes to what would even be worth fighting for in this nightmarish industrial landscape.

Review: Girl on a Bicycle

The film turns the miscommunication between cultures into an utterly lifeless romantic comedy best appreciated as a travel guide for first-time tourists to Paris.

Review: Tyrannosaur

The brutality of Tyrannosaur isn’t so over the top as to make Paddy Considine’s sympathy for his flawed characters look like a sham.