With The Whale, Aronofsky brings a hollow sense of dignity to his schematic brand of cinematic misery porn.
Both Olivia Wilde and Luke Wilson understand the greatest pain of loss to be rooted in its searing inexpressibility.
It can’t tell whether it wants to be junk food or not, lovingly poking fun at some Hollywood tropes while shamelessly indulging others.
A full realization of the very worst fears one could imagine when James Wan unexpectedly emerged from the torture-porn murk with its original, spiritedly directed predecessor.
An engagingly unassuming presentation of an effective yet disappointingly derivative shocker.
Let’s give James Wan a hand.
Haggis never explores the compromises and sacrifices that Liam Neeson’s terrific cameo prepares us for.
Socio-political preaching takes a backseat to pulse-pounding suspense in The Next Three Days.
From Patrick Wilson’s buttocks to the equally assy faces of the film’s gossipy stay-at-home moms.
The film is the Academy Award-baiting version of Don’t Ask, Just Tell cinema.