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.
A film bursting with potential that slowly deflates like an overfilled balloon.
Delivers the goods as an irreverently hilarious and literally side-splitting comedy.
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.
A farcical mixed bag that will work for some and land with a dull thud for others.
A psychological mind screw that’s both half-brilliant and half-baked.
Dialogue and immersive visuals deserve our attention despite monotone elements.
Body slams every ounce of morality that tries to bloom in its space.