Blonde’s platinum sheen is nothing more than a dime-store dye job.
Elvis collapses under the weight of its director’s ambitions and style instead of letting its standout lead re-create more key moments in the icon’s life.
Luhrmann’s technique had my toes tapping, but left my intrigue lacking.
Crimes of the Future didn’t captivate me with its story despite the fascinating, gruesome effects and made me wish for a better experience in the present.
Top Gun: Maverick caught me off guard and completed its mission by winning me over.
The power it holds over you is that of a master hypnotist toying with a fully pliant subject.
Men tries too hard to mix a message and symbolism with a creative concept and ends up neutering itself.
The style of Men is undeniable and will either immediately appeal to or put off its audience.
Downton Abbey: A New Era is sappier than a forest full of maples.
Firestarter feels modern and gritty in its approach and still provides the same thrills that you would expect from one of Stephen King’s creations.
Memory stands out from the other Liam Neeson action movies because it finally addresses how age affects even the deadliest among us.