Victor/Victoria: Blake Edwards’ 1982 gender-bending Parisian musical farce remains ahead of its time
If Terrence Malick ever decided to dip his toe into horror, I’m guessing it would look a lot like Stolevski’s feature-length debut You Won’t Be Alone.
I was never able to let myself go and enjoy all this loopy jungle madness, The Lost City coming across as too mechanically forgettable for my tastes.
Cabaret: A decadent tale of sex, friendship, music, and fascism that’s as vital now as it was 50 years ago
I was captivated from start to finish, and if I could have watched Marry Me again from the beginning the moment after it had concluded I would have done so.
On a series built upon a foundation of waking up from a false reality, learning to embrace inner truths, and crafting chosen families free from societal paradigms, The Matrix Resurrections deconstructs its mythos even as it celebrates the ideas it has always held nearest to its heart.
Spielberg reasserts himself as one of the great visionaries of the past fifty years, hitting the streets of West Side Story with him an absolute pleasure I’m going to be singing the praises of for a very long time.
A Castle for Christmas may be slight, but that doesn’t make it minor, and as yuletide presents go, this is one gift I’m happy I took the time to unwrap.
Jungle Cruise does work better at home. It’s kind of the perfect watch-while-folding-laundry movie. I guess that’s a recommendation.