D’Apolito has made a movie that will introduce the legendary comedy firebrand to a potential new audience of youngsters who will be blown away by her whip-smart brilliance. No joke, Love, Gilda is one of 2018’s best documentaries
Mandy is a bonkers piece of sensationalistic bravado I couldn’t help but adore.
A combination of a fiercely dark comedy, a labyrinthine psychological thriller and marvelously feminine character study analyzing friendship, parenthood, romance, sibling rivalries and heartrending grief in the wake of profound tragedy, A Simple Favor is a pure joy first frame to last.
If not for Thompson’s bravura performance I doubt there’d be a heck of a lot going on here I’d want to spend my time talking about, The Children Act a well-intentioned melodrama whose various bits and pieces are interesting, and far more memorable, than the finished product itself frustratingly proves to be.
All I do know is that The Predator might be one of the more stupefying and frustrating disappointments of 2018, and a big part of me kind of wishes I hadn’t watched it in the first place.
While I can’t say Juliet, Naked will be a motion picture I’ll be talking about all that vociferously come December, I still enjoyed it a fair amount, and for Byrne’s multifaceted effervescence alone I think this musically infectious romantic endeavor is worthy of the purchase of a matinee ticket.
I keep trying to convince myself that I liked the science fiction road trip suspense-thriller Kin more than I actually did.
While likely not the breakneck thriller the ads and trailers may have promised, Operation Finale is nonetheless a fascinating drama that recounts a piece of lesser known history that should never, ever be forgotten.
If this is how Henson intends to get the R-rated side of his career started, there’s little about The Happytime Murders that’s sensational, less that’s inspirational and almost nothing that’s celebrational, making closing the curtain on this bit of comedic mayhem especially easy to do.