Starts off with a dramatic opening scene that’s vintage Elton, but soon bogs down under the weight of an unmistakable identity crisis.
Another horror flick that makes you think as well as squirm in your seat.
Us evokes the best works of Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock and David Lynch.
Triple Frontier is reminiscent of 1999’s Three Kings, but without the humor or the thought-out plot.
This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.
Attempts to walk a very fine line between campy and creepy, between reality and dystopia.
It holds the tension with the empathy and effectiveness of a large metal vise.
Foster sports the look of a no-frills grandmother with a deadpan gaze that could stop a bullet.
Sadly only inherits the bad habits of the worst M. Night Shyamalan films.