Allowing Portman the freedom to deliver a performance that shifts and evolves like the landscape she is investigating, Annihilation is a piece of science fiction cinematic wonderment I’ll have trouble forgetting, it’s ultimate destination one of self-inflicted humanistic absolution worthy of additional examination.
A Fantastic Woman dives into the Transgender experience in a way that is refreshing in its subtle, naturalistic simplicity, Marina’s everyday struggle to unapologetically be herself achieving a dignified universality that’s all-encompassing in its sympathetic warmth.
Game Night is a heck of a lot of fun, and even if the movie might overstay its welcome, for the most part I had a terrific time sitting in the theatre watching things play out to their ridiculously cheery conclusion.
Double Lover is a gripping descent into the psychological abyss, the discoveries waiting to be found there captivatingly vast.
Black Panther becomes a movie that grows beyond its comic book roots, Marvel allowing Coogler the freedom to craft a vital, representative, culturally authentic and universally reflective adventure almost certain to be enjoyed, debated and discussed for many years to come.
I still have no idea how all three of James’s books became best-sellers or what audiences saw in Fifty Shades of Grey or Fifty Shades Darker to make them box office hits. Thankfully, now after watching Fifty Shades Freed I likely never have to wonder about any of that ever again, this trilogy almost certain to disappear into the dustbin of history before February has even come to an end.
For all its potential, as imaginatively creative as the creature design might be, The Midnight Man isn’t any good, watching it a tedious game of disappointment and frustration I wish I hadn’t played.
Peter Rabbit feels nothing like Beatrix Potter’s timeless books, the majority of the modern elements injected into the story to make it current hitting me as being nothing short of ugly, coarse and vile.
The audacity of a Netflix premiere a little over two hours after a Super Bowl trailer presentation aside, there’s precious little about The Cloverfield Paradox that rises to the same heights as the previous two entries in the anthology series soared to, making this one more of a uniquely weird curiosity than it is anything compellingly substantive.