There’s a kind of madness at loose here, from the sheer number of films (something in the neighborhood of 250 features this year, from 85 different countries) to the variety of events involved.
Susan Sarandon smothers in her latest role.
Too much of Civil War involves ginning up the phony conflict and preparing future storylines.
It’s just another in a long line of ‘meh’ Hemingway films.
My Golden Days is a typically ardent example of the French coming-of-age film—maybe too typical at times, although it has surprises in store.
Despite the clumsiness, the film casts a spell. Its jazz rhythm has something to do with this.
Remniscent of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Jeff Nichols’ new film, featuring a supernatural boy, misses the fun that made its precursors shine.
If you thought your family was bad, wait until you see this film.
