Scream VI barely resembles the film that birthed the franchise back in 1996.
The disc perhaps definitively contextualizes the moral urgency of the film’s intricate aesthetic.
A wonderful high concept is compromised for another story of lonely people learning to connect.
Jon Watts deftly weaves the epic and the mundane aspects of Spider-Man’s existence throughout the film.
Director and co-writer Hannah Fidell never finds the right mix of meaningful parable and sophomoric romp.
By partially demonstrating what a fresher superhero movie might look like, it underlines its genre-defined limitations.
Each of Table 19‘s faint glimmers of grace are overwhelmed by elements of general spatial and narrative incompetence.
It’s a mess of styles and mixed signals, a pulp fiction that mostly tend to its loyalties to other cine-odysseys through the streets of L.A.
This release is almost certainly a placeholder for a more illuminative future Criterion edition.
As always, Wes Anderson places his trademark precision in direct confrontation with the chaos and confusion menacing his characters.
A film about history that avoids it entirely. Not out of cowardice or lack of nerve, but because the head-on acknowledgement of Europe’s long 20th century is quite simply too painful.
Wes Anderson has become a master of the fetching teaser poster.