Packs the screen with Hollywood heavyweights and fills each of their characters with enough charisma to rouse a coma ward.
Author Rich Heimlich
I love movies, tech, politics, games and more. I've been writing professionally since 1985 and, thankfully, have worked with some of the best editors in the business. I never planned to be a writer. It just kept happening. I always tell people I don't believe in fate but that fate seems intent on believing in me. I'm also a proud member of the Philadelphia Film Critics Circle and the Broadcast Film Critics Association.
Go back to a time when everything in life loomed so large.
It immediately reminds us of Goodfellas, and the comparison does this film no favors.
Outrageously complex to the point where we feel like it’s chasing its own tail.
Zellweger inhabits Garland so fully that we quickly forget that there’s just an actor behind the makeup.
To call this a lighter version of Twilight Struggle understates the situation entirely.
Returning director Andy Muschietti draws every ounce of stress out of every nail-biting sequence.
Picks itself up from a trash heap of clichés and ill-conceived casting to overcome its flawed foundation.
There’s just one major problem with the whole affair: it’s morbid.
The fourth installment of this venerable franchise returns with a surprisingly touching tale.
Starts off with a dramatic opening scene that’s vintage Elton, but soon bogs down under the weight of an unmistakable identity crisis.