In which we revisit the ’80s classic and find it terribly charming.
Atomic Blonde lands a welter of punches and leaves you reeling — which is great, because once you stop spinning you’re sure to say, “hang on a minute…”
It is a film about the tragic cycle of revenge and how fun it is to watch that played out in vivid color.
Christopher Nolan turns minimalist.
The father of the modern zombie has shuffled off this mortal coil. May he spend the rest of eternity joyfully feasting on the brains of heavenly angels.
A ponderous slog of an Apes movie wins the adulation of everyone. I refuse to believe they didn’t fall asleep thirty minutes in.
Some call it a masterpiece. I wish I knew why.
Zombies go fungal.
Hey look! It’s a goddamned lemur. Far out.
In which everything you always wanted to know about Deckard is answered once and for all and forerever. So there.
In today’s movie universes, directors are hired hands.
What with a remake coming, it’s time to revisit the original.
Wonder Woman proves that female directors and female leads and female characters can do everything the boys can do, and better.
It takes a Gould to steal the unstealable.