For all its strengths, Smile does Dr. Cotter dirty. Worse, it made me feel culpable in her abuse. I didn’t like that. Not one single bit. In fact, I unreservedly hated it.
Janney is particularly strong, and while I won’t say I needed to see her channeling her inner Liam Neeson, now that I’ve done so, I’m quite glad this bit of absurd strangeness has miraculously happened.
As if born out of obsessive rewatches of Cruel Intentions and Mean Girls, Do Revenge is a subversive, foul-mouthed teen comedy that goes to some pretty vile and depraved places.
Pearl is a gift.
Prince-Bythewood remembers to ground events in a distinctly human quality, putting character first and making sure each member of her cast has multiple moments to make their characters come alive.
Barbarian is a leap of faith. It lets the viewer in slowly, before trapping them in a damp and dingy bunker of exploitive fright that’s almost impossible to escape.
Honk for Jesus. Save Your Soul. is a chronicle of a woman at a crossroads analyzing life, love, and God in excruciating detail, and not necessarily in that order.
As gruesomely hysterical as much of Glorious may be, the foundation of toxic masculinity it’s built upon is anything but silly, McKendry giving it the brutally grisly evisceration it deserves.
The worst thing I can think to say about any killer shark movie is that it has no personality, but that’s the situation here, Maneater a flesh-eating nightmare of aquatic monotony.