Hereditary Upends the Familiar Rhythms of Horror Films
Like many horror films, Hereditary corrupts the familial safety of domesticity, but it inverts the traditional perspective.
Like many horror films, Hereditary corrupts the familial safety of domesticity, but it inverts the traditional perspective.
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.
Solo is the first Star Wars film – sorry, Star Wars Story – to feel ordinary.
By all rights, Deadpool 2 should have been a vast improvement on the first film. It’s not.
In its second season, Attack on Titan makes its explanations work by opening up more questions.
The divisive reaction to Avengers: Infinity War is explained by how it differs from its MCU forebears. Beware: spoilers!
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.
Is Sawyer a sane if damaged individual exploited by a system designed to suck insurance dollars out of her? Or is everything we’re seeing a delusion concocted by an unwell mind?