No Laughing Matter
Joker has a problem. What could have been a dark satire and a social commentary on society and its cruelty is instead a movie...
Ad Astra: Gray Space
I remain stubbornly confounded by the adulation afforded to James Gray. Other intelligent filmgoers — both in my line of work and not —...
Hustlers: Money Moves
I’ve been on the “Jennifer Lopez can act” bandwagon ever since I saw Out of Sight back in 1998. It has been rough sledding...
Brittany: We Come Running
You don’t have to be a fitness geek with 2 percent body fat to run a marathon. In fact, it’s possible to be quite...
It Stinks
This past weekend, I saw a 2½-hour movie about a bunch of social outcasts (mostly boys with one girl) who bonded when they were...
Nightingale: White Devil
Jennifer Kent is relentless. I say that with some degree of certainty, having seen the Australian filmmaker’s harrowing 2015 debut The Babadook and now...
Ne Zha: Demon Seed
Last year when I reviewed Big Fish & Begonia, I wrote about how China is playing catch-up with the rest of the Far East...
Ready or Not: Olly Olly Oxen Free
You may remember Samara Weaving making a brief but hilarious impression as the ex’s rambling fiancée in Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. The 27-year-old...
Blinded by the Light: Born in the U.K.
Sarfraz Manzoor hated growing up as the son of Pakistani immigrants in Britain in the 1980s, but instead of seeking out The Clash or...
Little Woods: Smuggler’s Blues
A black woman walks down the street and watches a car with a law enforcement insignia pass by her in the other direction. She...
