Skyscraper Review
The film ultimately collapses under its own weight.
The film ultimately collapses under its own weight.
It holds the tension with the empathy and effectiveness of a large metal vise.
Sadly only inherits the bad habits of the worst M. Night Shyamalan films.
A film bursting with potential that slowly deflates like an overfilled balloon.
Director Kormákur seems to have a knack for draining all of the energy out of life’s most epic stories.
Reitman taps into the same invigorating emotional reservoir as his brilliant 2007 film Juno.
A slow burn of political chess across a white-hot board where every move comes from the shadows.
This creative and often intense film serves up captivating novelty through surprising, deafening silence.
Has all of the authenticity of a shiny $30 “Rolex.”
Dialogue and immersive visuals deserve our attention despite monotone elements.
Body slams every ounce of morality that tries to bloom in its space.
The entire film feels like it’s stuck in a post-coital coma.