I know what Chazelle is trying to say with Babylon, but it’s all for naught.
Whitney Houston was a singular talent, and she deserves an equally unique motion picture chronicling her life. But this isn’t it, and that’s downright heartbreaking.
Sarah Polley’s Women Talking is a powerful, thought-provoking drama that left me shattered and stunned.
Avatar: The Way of Water builds to a final hour of action and suspense that blew me through the theater’s back wall.
There is nothing subtle about writer-director Sam Mendes’s Empire of Light.
The Harbinger is director-writer-editor-composer-producer Andy Mitton’s best film yet.
Christmas Bloody Christmas is a gruesome slice of holiday cruelty that knows exactly what it is and doesn’t try to be anything else, and that’s exactly as it should be.
The hero may die, but love still lasts forever, and that makes Spoiler Alert a timeless romantic melodrama worth swooning over.
Violent Night does exactly what it sets out to do, and does so with panache, frivolity, and style. It’s a blood-splattered act of resistance, and not since Billy Chapman went on his Silent Night, Deadly Night rampage has a Santa Claus crushed so many skulls as he removes names from his extensive “naughty” list.