Burns has delivered a pulse-pounding procedural I could not resist, and I can’t help but think that audiences of all political persuasions will end up feeling the same just as long as they can put their differences aside in order to give The Report a look.
Charlie’s Angels is a celebration of diversity and empowerment that had me grinning like a happy 10-year-old.
Last Christmas has the potential to make a lasting imprint with a lot of viewers, and even if my heart wasn’t always into it that doesn’t mean I’m ready to dismiss the film entirely.
Maybe Midway will play better at home, but as far as theatrical experiences covering a pivotal moment in WWII history are concerned Emmerich’s drama fails to hit the target, and I find this disappointing to say the least.
Pain and Glory is one of Almodóvar’s most personal storytelling endeavors. It is also one of his best.
While I didn’t like Playing with Fire the kids in the audience did. Maybe that’s enough.
Harriet is more than a dramatic history lesson. It is a piece of filmmaking excellence I am almost certain to revisit, and a film I’m fairly positive I’ll appreciate even more once I have done so.
Waititi balances the horrifying and the hysterical with relative ease.
While there’s the high probability that Paradise Hills will grow on me on re-watch, as magnificent as the visual elements are and as strong as the social commentary might be, that’s not near enough to overcome the places where this motion picture falls disappointingly flat.