The Haunting of Julia is a melancholy and eerily ambiguous horror film.
Ira Sachs wouldn’t have countenanced the stacked-deck sentimentality that lies at this film’s heart.
The film is a middling look at the stormy relationship between Prime Minister Tony Blair and President Bill Clinton.
Renée Zellweger makes a concerted effort portraying Ann as charming and sympathetic even as the narrative fails to justify either quality.
These are the sorts of films New York Times critic A.O. Scott recently complained weren’t being made anymore.
It’s hard to imagine any amount of directorial dexterity or pertinent subtextual commentary salvaging Firewall.
The only thing worse than a bad lowbrow comedy is a bad middlebrow Britcom.