But Widows exhibits cosmetic similarities with the heist genre, it resolutely resists generic conventions.
Faces Places bubbles with irrepressible charm.
I, Tonya might be a love letter to disgraced former ice skater Tonya Harding, but it’s also a love letter to Martin Scorsese.
This is a fun film, a film that carries you along with it and puts a smile on your face as often as it tugs on your heartstrings.
Call Me By Your Name is less a love story than a cinema of sensation: the tenderness of touch, the sheen of sweat, the cool calm of water.
It’s no huge surprise that Andy Serkis’ directorial debut would be such a transparent pitch for awards recognition.
I understand why critics love this film, but Ciro Guerra’s diptych portrait of the imperilled Amazon never struck a nerve with me.