The film advances that old Hollywood trope: Blacks can’t get justice unless whites are willing to get it for them.
If you’ve ever seen Psycho, or even if you know anything at all about the film, Hitchcock would like to congratulate you on your savvy.
You’ll wish it stuck with Reeves’s unlikely casting as Lopakhin in the Chekhov play as its focus rather than just a cutesy twist.
Sacha Gervasi’s documentary is propelled by bittersweet blood, sweat, and tears.
There’s a queasy uncertainty to The Terminal, a thematic discord apparent in the film’s consistently restless mise-en-scène.