Juror #2 is a bona fide crowd-pleaser that’s guilty of being hugely entertaining.

Maybe it is appropriate that The Apprentice director Ali Abbasi has made something so perplexingly frustrating, yet still aggravatingly mesmerizing, out of the relationship between young New York real estate developer Donald Trump and firebrand lawyer Roy Cohn.

We Live in Time is undeniably a showcase for Garfield and Pugh’s seemingly unlimited talents. On that front, they, and by extension the film, do not disappoint.

I still don’t think Joker: Folie à Deux works. But because of its ambition, and in large part because it gave me something I felt was worth the time and effort to think about after I left the theater, I’m willing to give Phillips and his creative team props for shaking things up.

Nicolas Ray’s queer-coded 1954 revisionist Western Johnny Guitar remains gloriously — and subversively — ahead of its time

Surprisingly funny and centered on a wonderful performance from Glowicki, Dauterman proves to be an inventive filmmaker with plenty of original ideas.

In less than 90 minutes, My Old Ass covers a lot of fertile territory, with barely a false beat and precious little nonsense.

As heists go, the only thing 1992 stole was just over 90 minutes of my time.

Where it counts most, Trust in Love gets almost everything right: the interactions between devoted parents and their hurting children, who try to act as if they stoically understand what is happening but on the inside are crumbling to pieces.