2010s
The Soska Sisters film Rabid honors the basic premise of David Cronenberg’s original while meticulously crafting an identify of its own.
Blue has a lot of heart, and being based on true events, never sugarcoats the reality of suicide ideation but it doesn’t glorify it either.
The events portrayed in Bombshell may have captured the world’s attention, but this film delivers too soft a punch to make the same impact.
By establishing a web of interesting plot threads, and failing to engage with any of them in a memorable way, Little Joe ends up feeling like a severe missed opportunity.
While the film may lose a few along the way due to its drawn out pace, many will find themselves enthralled with what The Wolf Hour has to offer.
Most Likely To Succeed reaffirms the dispiriting correlation between professional success and racial and class divide, as subtly depicted by Pamela Littky.
Not even the great acting of Brighton Sharbino or Will Patton can save Radioflash from its middling existence.
In Judy & Punch, Foulkes brings dimension and nuance to rather ancient customs, and places backwards-thinking and primitive male behaviour under the microscope of social justice.
House of Cardin is a shiny, candy-colored look inside Cardin’s world, albeit one that is solely laudatory.
Alex Gibney’s Citizen K, a deep-dive into the life of the oligarch-turned-activist Mikhail Khodorkovsky, brilliantly utilises his recollections.
There is not anything inherently wrong about Playing with Fire, you won’t be happy with the time you’ve spent in the theater.
There are shades of the director’s previous work, but The Irishman is like an amalgamation after decades behind the lens.
Oscar-winning producer Eva Orner crafts a portrait of manipulation that’s both engrossing and gross, a narrative more pertinent than ever in the era of the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements.
1917 is a vision of uninterrupted chaos, equipped with a unique blend of personal pathos and visual bravado.
There are plenty of reasons to recommend Wang Xiaoshuai’s So Long, My Son, but the greatness is infuriatingly just out of grasp.