Benedict Cumberbatch trips the (familiar) light fantastic in the latest entry to the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
In a year where the gulf between worlds is larger than ever, Arrival lands and reminds us that our greatest tools are not those that destroy, but the ones that build and allow us to understand one another.
A beautiful and sublime film that reminds us that underneath the moonlight, we are all the same.
Ben Affleck cooks the books on this plot-heavy ‘R’ rated thriller and nearly pulls it out of the red. Unfortunately, a deflating third act, a predictable twist and an almost unnecessary subplot keep this one from balancing out.
What begins as an interesting tale told by an unreliable narrator devolves into a pedestrian and silly love-and-murder thriller that never reaches its destination.
Antoine Fuqua’s remake of a remake is visceral, bloody and overstays its welcome. But with such a rich mythmaking tableau upon which to write, one wonders why we need a direct remake of a classic film.
If the filmmakers are going to release an exact replica of a previous movie, I see no reason why I shouldn’t give you an exact replica of a previous review. Here’s the review of both The Bourne Ultimatum and Jason Bourne.