All of Us Strangers is maybe 2023’s best film.
Bella’s liberation in Poor Things is the type of rapturous euphoria we can all learn from.
Napoleon is only a cracked shell of what Scott originally wanted to deliver, so that it does not fully work is hardly a surprise.
Saltburn never plays it safe, and where Fennell takes things is guaranteed to anger a fair share of the viewing public.
On its 75th anniversary, the transformative wonders of The Red Shoes continue to dance its way into my heart
Priscilla is a vibe. It’s a viscerally emotive whirlwind that sweeps around the viewer with hurricane-like intensity.
As slight and as inconsequential as it may be, The Killer is still quite amusing, even if it does vanish from memory not too long after the story’s events have concluded.
Scorsese looks the audience in the eye, daring us to turn away, knowing that if we do, then we’re not only willing to purposefully not learn from our rancid and racist history but, even more appallingly, we’re ready to forgive it, too.
Terrence Malick’s ethereal, windswept ballad of love, lust, and nature’s wrath remains an otherworldly triumph