Barry Jenkins can do no wrong at this point.
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We have Michael Man—I mean Mr. Rob—I mean Jason Bour—I mean Tony Scot—I mean Edward Snowden at home.
A corporate affair as lifeless as working in a mine shaft.
A refreshing change of pace from nearly two decades of jingoist, nationalist Hollywood war films.
Delivers on supreme hetero chaos through a grounded and thoroughly charming lens.
At this point, you should know what you're getting into when you see a Statham flick.
Perhaps the movie we need in these Trump 2.0 times.
You are my dad; you're my dad, boogie, woogie, woogie.
Rachel Zegler pours her entire soul into the role and every inch of that results in pure magic.
A “baby's first satire” that's not as funny or clever as it seems.
If you're a big fan of the macabre and the absurdist, this one's for you.
Rungano Nyoni crafts a thoughtful, powerful, visually visceral firecracker of a family drama.
Not even Ayo Edebiri and John Malkovich can save this "We have Get Out and The Menu at home" misfire.
Barely a movie, more of a backdoor pilot for an FX series that would have aired in 2009.
Britain’s politest bear is back when it feels like the world needs him most.
Oops, all Incredible Hulk sequels!
I mean, I cried, but felt manipulated to do so.
Only Amanda Kramer could make me believe that being inanimate feels more exciting than being alive.
Not so painful as early-year slop goes, but nothing to get doe-eyed over.
Now to watch every girl trick their situationship in a cabin in the woods and leave them chained. As they should.
Like a long episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia if the gang were millennials.
This was so sweet, I wish Michigan were real.
A delightful, cozy buddy comedy caper with the right amount of raunch and heart.
Adheres to the conformity of the music biopic format in all its Wikipedia-page-turned-screenplay characteristics.
I’m glad Barry Jenkins got his bag, though.
Works as a superb adaptation of Sonic Adventure 2 and the most refined Sonic film installment to date.
September 5 is so wrapped up in trying to be apolitical with this pivotal moment in media journalism history that it forgot to instill humanity or a moral compass.
So long Sony Marvel Universe, don't let the door hit you on the way out.
The War of the Rohirrim, proves that Middle Earth is gorgeous in all mediums, even though it's bottled in a rather underwhelming tale.
Coogler’s first original flick is a staggeringly sophisticated studio horror with so much on its mind and sharpened fangs ready to bite.