Clint Eastwood’s latest outing is easily the most streamlined and economical motion picture of the acclaimed actor-turned-director’s Oscar-winning career. With a deft, viscerally charged script by Todd Komarnicki (Perfect Stranger), Sully is a confidently self-contained procedural that concerns itself with the incident, its aftermath, and how it affected the two men in the A320’s cockpit and little else.

I can’t see anyone shrugging their shoulders in aloof indifference after watching The 9th Life of Louis Drax. Some will love it, others will hate it with a poisonous passion that will defy belief, but few, if any, will walk out of the theatre thinking it was only okay.

Offering up plenty of food for thought, I find Complete Unknown to be one I’m eager to sink my teeth into again, the line between fantasy and reality an ever-blurring wonderland where truth can be an illusion, and impersonation is often anything other than a lie.

Like the waves assaulting Tom and Isabel’s lighthouse, there was a constant war being waged for my affections here, and reservations notwithstanding I’m hard-pressed not to say that The Light Between Oceans deservedly ends up earning them.

Moving at a breakneck pace, filled with some inventive set pieces and a few nicely staged run-and-gun action beats, Mechanic: Resurrection utilizes Statham’s steely masculinity quite nicely, and as such ends up being far easier to watch than it likely has any right to be.

Morgan has its moments, just not enough of them to make up for its ample shortcomings, all of which results in a thriller that doesn’t thrill and a mystery few are going to care to learn the resolution of.

There is no letup to Don’t Breathe’s second half, the whole thing a white knuckle train of bloodshed that just gets more disturbing and destructive as things go on. It all culminates in a series of captures and escapes that are bone crunching in their primeval intensity, the level of agitation attained throughout the final minutes extraordinary.

Frustrating Hands of Stone Pulls Its Punches Spanning the years between 1964 and 1983, Hands of Stone is a boxing biopic that chronicles the life of Panamanian icon Roberto Durán (Edgar Ramírez), primarily focusing on his relationship with legendary American trainer Ray Arcel (Robert De Niro). It also makes an attempt to take a snapshot […]

If the emotional component didn’t end up feeling so forced, so fake, McConaughey’s performance alone would likely be enough for me to want to cut The Sea of Trees some slack. But it is, there’s just no denying it, and as such, as much as I don’t think Van Sant’s latest deserves all the hate, that doesn’t mean I can send much in the way of love its direction, either.