Only the Brave is a seriously magnificent motion picture, one I’m almost certain to still be talking about as the year inches closer to its conclusion.
Ineptly plotted, directed with far less confidence or authority than we’ve come to expect from Alfredson and wasting a crackerjack talent pool of actors and craftspeople that’s simply staggering, The Snowman is a frigid waste of time the less said about the better.
While fairly predictable and basic from a horror standpoint, and not without a small handful of narrative and technical hiccups, as a drama dealing with how friends and loved ones deal with issues relating to religion, faith and grief I found much of Demons absorbing.
Utilizing the talents of both Chan and Brosnan perfectly, if not for a sudden left turn into unrelentingly grim ultraviolence and torture during the final few minutes, The Foreigner proves to be a massively entertaining gem.
A colorful, exuberantly energetic riff on everything from Scream to Happy Birthday to Me to Let’s Scare Jessica to Death to Halloween to Black Christmas, Landon’s latest is a crisply intoxicating lark that’s a bloody good time. One of 2017’s most unforeseen gems, Happy Death Day is freewheeling bit of slasher craziness making it an amusing genre miracle worth celebrating.
By all means, see Marshall. Just make sure to learn more about the great man at its center as soon as possible after you exit the theatre.
Wish Upon still features a terrific ending that knocked my socks off a second time but the remaining majority portions equally still proved to be an almost unendurable slog. Even after giving it another chance, great final five minutes aside, there’s precious little here I can honestly recommend.
This is a tired, frustratingly banal piece of genre pulp fiction that even at only 91 minutes feels like it goes on for an eternity, and the only thing I wanted from The Crucifixion was for it to end so I could go do something else.
Much like the plane crash that begins this particular tale, The Mountain Between Us bangs into the side of a metaphorical cliff leaving all kinds of wreckage in its wake, the fact any elements worth extolling the virtues of survived at all something of a minor miracle in and of itself.