Let me do the unthinkable and turn something off with no intention of thinking about it ever again.
The story doesn’t always hit, but ‘La Llorona’ is of a rare masterclass.
Director Bustamante’s analogue is Coppola, both surfacing what is vacuous through crimson screen presence.
HBO Max’s ‘The Little Things’ is all bill, no bite.
‘The Little Things’ gets exponentially dumber with each passing minute.
‘The Suicide Squad’ is a re-run.
Director James Gunn doesn’t seem to know whether the story exists to set up the jokes, or the jokes exist to set up the story.
Documentarians, affirm present consent with old footage — especially if there’s nudity.
That a film stands against sexual assault speaks little if at all to the assault of using unblurred footage to which women would no longer consent.
‘Thief’ on HBO Max is a foundation and a capstone for Mann.
Mann is a cops-and-robbers philosopher with a camera…
‘The Witch’ could stand to trim some fat off this sacrifice.
Horror continues to be the right move if you want to add heat to the existing Salem-story kettle, but there’s almost no anxious ecstasy, here.
‘Fear Street 1994’ lights a trilogy with a wink and a stab.
For a movie to be this tight, focused, and impactful is a rarity that always deserves celebration — even weekly.
‘Joker’ is its best self on HBO Max.
‘Joker’ is a corrective film, undoing the character’s magnetism in ‘The Dark Knight’ and condemning anarchism in the most damning of ways for young men: it makes them look weak.
Dine-in tonight: ‘Coherence’ is a sci-fi horror delight streaming on Hulu and Prime.
‘Coherence’ seems to play chemistry in a part of your brain that’s reserved for existential stretching — which, for most of us goes unmoved — and it tugs.
