The Man (2017)
The aching, vacant tone that director Charlotte Sieling adopts here feels like a distant echo of Buñuel’s satire.
The aching, vacant tone that director Charlotte Sieling adopts here feels like a distant echo of Buñuel’s satire.
Baby Driver has been widely compared to musicals; but this ain’t no musical. This is a mixtape movie.
It feels like a surprise that Spider-Man: Homecoming is as good as it is.
It Comes at Night unnerves its audience through its destabilising insistence on avoiding explanation.
The Mummy isn’t a travesty. It’s just Red Rooster, and everyone’s already at KFC or McDonalds.
Is Wonder Woman the saviour of DC? Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.
Either Baywatch or Dead Men Tell No Tales could have been good – well, passable – with screenplays content to be plain ol’ mediocre.
In one of John Wick: Chapter 2‘s rare peacful moments, Keanu Reeves sports a turtleneck in Rome. Even this film’s lulls are indescribably awesome.
Don’t Tell is an excellent film with major flaws, undone by its own lack of focus.
Ridley Scott uses all the black goop and snarling xenomorphs to stage an earnest, ambitious attempt to grapple with big ideas.