Green Book is a film of two halves, and one of those halves is only controversial as a Best Picture contender because of its banality.
While Eighth Grade is a reminder that I don’t want to relive eighth grade, its success will hopefully herald more genuinely contemporary coming-of-age films.
Vice makes contemporary politics fun and funny while underlining its monstrous corruption.
Bumblebee eschews the Escherian excess and all-out warfare of Michael Bay’s films for clean compositions and comparative spatial clarity.
But Widows exhibits cosmetic similarities with the heist genre, it resolutely resists generic conventions.
Israeli drama Foxtrot evinces a restless creativity that’s occasionally exhausting but often compelling.
The problem with Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindelwald is that it’s trying to do way too much.