I wish there were more studio comedies like Tag.
Pixar have got their mojo back.
Ocean’s Eight might be a heist film, but the real scam here is the film itself.
Chappaquiddick is a contemporary example of how superb filmmaking can elevate middling screenplays.
Half the time you feel like you’re watching a masterfully crafted bit of art-action; the other half it’s a shambolic mess barely held together by spit, sticky tape … and the sheer force of will of Nicolas Cage at his most unhinged.
I’m a sucker for a good gimmick. And what better gimmick for a film about Vincent van Gogh than to hand paint every damn frame?
You know you’re onto a good thing when your primary complaint about it is that there isn’t enough of it.