Black Panther is a kind of inversion of the typical Marvel film; what works here is what doesn’t work about most of its compatriots and – sadly – vice versa.
Den of Thieves drains itself of any drop of sympathetic humanity to leave a crude beast impressive and intimidating in its muscularity.
I, Tonya might be a love letter to disgraced former ice skater Tonya Harding, but it’s also a love letter to Martin Scorsese.
The Shape of Water is a flamboyant fantasy yet deeply human; old-fashioned yet profoundly modern; filmed with a palate preferring murky, oceanic greens yet somehow bursting with light and life.
The Post’s images are undeniably potent, but in that big, obvious way that steamrolls the complexity of the issues.
A Silent Voice is an optimistic, humanistic film. You might not expect that level of optimism from a story bracketed by a pair of suicide attempts, a story of bullying and trauma and self-hatred.
I thought Code Geass was a tale of resistance, rebellion and ultimately revolution. A heroic tale where the noble Japanese prevail against the evil Britannian Empire.
That’s not quite the story it’s telling.