Our House might not go anyplace I found to be unexpected or original, but that does not mean it still didn’t get there with enough flair and creative energy to keep me entertained.
What They Had spoke to me with such astonishing clarity I almost couldn’t believe it.
For all his obvious skill behind the camera, Hill’s debut left me too anxious, questioning and somewhat angry for me to be able to feel comfortable extolling any of its many virtues, and even if I reassess Mid90s at some point in the future I honestly don’t see my feelings changing anytime soon.
For all its creative resourcefulness and artistic aspirations, Don’t Go just made me angry, and as I can’t go back into the past to erase this effort from my memory all I can do at this point is just warn everyone reading to not repeat my mistake.
While it looks stunning, and while many of the performances are outstanding, The Happy Prince never engaged all of my emotions, all of which sadly makes it a Wilde biopic where the wit upstages the heart and the clever isn’t nearly shrewd enough to conceal its more noticeable shortcomings.
I don’t dislike Johnny English Strikes Again. It’s perfectly harmless and I have nothing against Atkinson trotting this character back out for a third escapade. But much like its predecessors, I’m never going to watch it again.
Black ’47 is a strong, blood-soaked thriller that builds to a crackerjack climax overrunning in violence and mayhem.
The Guilty asks tough questions about right and wrong that straddle the line between good and evil with heartrending clarity, and no matter how selflessly pure the act innocence and guilt still mix via an uneasy symbiotic relationship with neither attribute able to exist without the companionship of its polar opposite sibling.
This next chapter of the Halloween story is undeniably its own distinctive thing, Michael and Laurie’s return to greatness as thrillingly bloodcurdling as it is joyfully welcome.