Unless I want to sit in an empty space completely devoid of all media entertainment, I have to make compromises.
Iñárritu turns the classic American myth of the mountain men into an indulgent treatise on the human animal.
Go see “The Big Short.” Laugh, have a good time. And then let the pain sink in.
The weak characterization generates more sympathy for the Nigerian doctor himself than the ill football players he studies, lessening the dramatic impact of his discovery.
The coming years will be a trial of our loyalty, but less frightening than the Christensen-era, given we have such a personable roster of named players.
“Youth” is strongest when it is silent, in the moments when it doesn't try to be anything more than beautiful.
“Carol” is a stunning romance film, elegant and elegiac and undeserving of schoolgirl whispers.
It’s hard to invest in these high-wire acts of daring when the characters that are performing them in the film are so forgettable that you can’t remember, or don’t care what happens to them.
Joy’s power doesn’t come from its elaborate cinematography, picturesque lighting, or perfectly paced script. It comes from the reality of the situation it is reconstructing for us on screen.
“The Danish Girl” is a beautiful yet superficial depiction of the life of a transgender pioneer.