Though the film’s overarching narrative travels a well-tread road, it strikes a few potent grace notes along the way.
Twenty-six years after its release, it’s difficult not to watch Terminator 2: Judgment Day through a scrim of irony.
Robert Legato’s film is lifelessly composed of the usual tropes of horror films set in mental asylums.
Linda Hamilton gets so little due respect over the years for how much of the film’s midsection rides on her.
The film’s tired sentimentality aside, its general lack of empathy is most damning.
Shana Feste’s film seems blissfully unaware that great fights require truly substantial conflicts.
Billy Bob Thornton’s ensemble Southern family dramedy fails to subvert its cutesy formula often enough.
Lost in the music, mustaches, and furniture of the early ‘70s, this docudrama of a porn star’s exploitation isn’t nearly painful enough.