Movies

Just two years later, we now have the arrival of Glass, which works simultaneously as a sequel to both Unbreakable and Split.

Bird Box isn’t a movie worth strong feelings, good or bad.

Pop (2018), written and directed by J. Spencer, packs witty social commentary, grotesque special effects, and memorable scenes into a short 15-minute film.

Ultimately your view of Aquaman will come down to what you’re willing to forgive in the name of fun spectacle.

You Were Never Really Here takes the body of a story and whittles it down till there is barely a skeleton left.

Mortal Engines feels assembled from the many scattered pieces of other, better movies.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse is the best-animated film of the year and one of the best films of the year, full stop.

Thrillers can follow a type of rigorous formality sometimes, even the finest ones rarely stray from the preordained path.

Netflix might just be the best pasture yet for brothers Joel and Ethan Coen.

I cannot overstate how much I simply hate this movie’s title, Blue My Mind.

Writing about Rene Perez’s Death Kiss is a difficult prospect.

The Girl in the Spider’s Web gets caught in its own formulaic web.

The opening shot to Outlaw King promises something that the script isn’t ready to provide.

Luca Guadagnino’s Suspiria is a confrontation, a bold and unsettling film that ultimately concaves upon itself by its own pretensions.

I’m convinced there’s a potentially great movie in Suspiria but it’s going to require a lot of excavation to allow it to see the outside.

Holness’ feature film debut, Possum, is nothing short of impressive, even if it doesn’t quite stick the landing.

With his latest, Apostle, Evans keeps the practical effects and buries them in a sadistic occult update of the type if film that flourished in the 1970s.

The filmmakers behind Mad Genius created a thought-provoking, low-budget sci-fi film that went somewhere new.

What’s so great about horror remakes is that fans and critics alike seem to have vastly different reactions to them.

It is no disservice when I say that Bad Times at the El Royale joins the ranks of the finest of Tarantino imitators.