At this point, a superheo film eschewing setting up spinoffs and post-credit scenes in favour of robust character development feels almost revolutionary.
I understand why critics love this film, but Ciro Guerra’s diptych portrait of the imperilled Amazon never struck a nerve with me.
While Puella Magi Madoka Magica is indebted to magical girl tropes, it offers an immeasurably darker take on that material than you could imagine.
T2: Trainspotting succeeds because it plays like a darker, sadder, tireder, older version of the original film.
Life, Animated is too intent on crafting an inspirational story of triumph over adversity.
Miss Sloane prioritises politicking over politics.
Isuca ain’t your typical fanservice anime.
Hidden Figures, the story of three black, female mathematicians making history in the sixties, is one hell of a crowd-pleaser.
Silence subtly subverts the insidious narrative of meaningful misery that’s so ubiquitous in Western (and Christian) culture.
The premise reads like arthouse erotica: a French farmgirl moves to Paris, falls in love with another woman, has a lot of sex.