It isn’t the glossiest documentary, and there isn’t a significant style or a comfortable flow, but what Evil Genius lacks in pizzazz in makes up for in persistence and unearthing.
Uniting four legends of the screen for a shot of summer silver screen cinema, Book Club is every bit as formulaic, disposable and harmless as you would expect.
Many audiences will likely shy away from the graphic depiction of abuse within director Jennifer Fox’s autobiographical film The Tale, but the film’s frankness is often its greatest asset.
Just like his earlier short, Hereditary feels like nothing more than a provocation, updating the parental anxieties of Rosemary’s Baby for the modern era — and adding no substantial allegory that makes it feel any deeper than this.
While cathartic in the emotional expression of the finality of death, Irreplaceable You fails to be memorable, forgotten long after the credits have rolled.
A Kid Like Jake succeeds on behalf of Howard’s confident direction, Pearle’s sharp-witted and empathetic script, and two outstanding performances from Danes and Parsons.
Despite its absurd concept lending itself to occasional entertaining satire, The Jurassic Games suffers from poor visuals, bland cinematography, and poorly developed stereotypical characters.
While Love Always, Mom waves a large price tag in the eyes of its viewers, it is an engrossing film that shows a hope in the depths of darkness while displaying the benefits of sheer determination and will.
With the inclusion of a MacGuffin and the eventual predictable narrative that follows, Fahrenheit 451 misses out on a golden opportunity to connect with a modern audience.
Although the widespread negative reaction to I Feel Pretty is slightly unfair, the film still feels mechanically engineered to do nothing more substantial than pass the time.