The Predator (2018)
Shane Black’s sequel to Predator feels like it’s been made within a few years of its predecessor, not over three decades later.
Shane Black’s sequel to Predator feels like it’s been made within a few years of its predecessor, not over three decades later.
This satire of politician’s grotesque, gymnastic self-interest well and truly hits the mark.
While I’m not going to argue that The Nun is a good film, I do think that’s its more interesting than its detractors give it credit for.
Hearts Beat Loud, a colourful indie pop film, finds it most joyous moments in its father and daughter jamming together.
I’m a sucker for a good rom-com, and this certainly is one. Crazy Rich Asians is consistently entertaining, filled with good-looking people and decent jokes.
There’s no reason Kin couldn’t have used its sci-fi hook to examine the degradation of the American working class.
Is that stray comment five-deep in missing Margot’s Messenger foreshadowing or irrelevant? You’ll have to wait and see – and watch carefully.
The Yellow Birds isn’t so much bad as bland: an unforgiveable sin in today’s crowded marketplace.
Arizona has a killer concept for a killer comedy, but despite a promising opening it can’t execute what should’ve been cutting satire.
Stop Making Sense builds from a sparse stage and a cassette player into a triumphant, celebratory kaleidoscope of music and backup dancers and ridiculously oversized menswear.