The comparison to Christopher Nolan’s breakout doesn’t do Adam Cooper’s film any favors.
When it decides to sober up, the film’s comedy lurches into awkward attempts at melancholy.
Across Taika Waititi’s Thor: Love and Thunder, a war against the gods feels like an afterthought to a bad rom-com.
Unhinged is essentially a nihilistic, style-free destructo-rama that’s designed to make us feel like shit.
In more than one sense, Justin Kurzel’s aggressively strange film queers the myth of the oft-lionized Ned Kelly.
The miniseries does little more than reinforce everything the left always suspected about Fox News.
You may admire the construction of certain moments more than you feel them, or Boy Erased as a whole, in your bones.
Too much is at stake, leading to formulaic plot filler and exposition that snuff out the spark of the early scenes.
The film’s weird reformulation of the Electra complex is nothing short of a sexist fantasy of salvation.
Shane Black’s film doesn’t want for great exchanges, and even disposable conversations brim with acidic wit.
In straining for the profound, it loses its way in a veritable no-man’s land of ill-conceived stylistic choices and narrative switchbacks.
Once the money shots of Aronofsky’s version recede, it becomes ever more clear that his intention is to tackle the capriciousness of Old Testament logic.
The look of Akiva Goldsman’s fantasy is limp, timid, and occasionally outright awkward.
Like a Brazilian wax for the brain, Zack Snyder’s divisive reboot of the Superman franchise will continue to obliterate your senses in this impressive combo package.
It offers the ins and outs of the world of wine as an implicit metaphor for art appreciation.
All its faux-patriotism isn’t played for satire, but instead utilized to align the film with an idyllic, unquestioned vision of goodness.
It’s at this point we had to ask ourselves, “Is Argo really going to end up a two-Oscar Best Picture winner?”
One of the most accomplished American dramas of the 1990s arrives on Blu-ray sporting a suitably exceptional A/V transfer.
Blergh. Weeks ago I dreamed a dream where all the particulars of my presently contentious relationship with Anne Hathaway were manifest.
The film is so enamored of its shimmery, background-effacing nighttime photography that it can’t be bothered with delivering a competent genre set piece.