Paul Schared is back with a film at once aesthetically austere and emotionally fraught.

Paul Schared is back with a film at once aesthetically austere and emotionally fraught.
for a blockbuster that could have been exploitative, or a cashgrab, or dull, Lana Wachowski made one that turned out to be, of all things, interesting, full of questions and choices that I am still mulling over in my head.
A coming of age summer in 1980s Naples, which works better as a slice of life comedy than as a drama.
While not free from Marvel burdens like muddy CGI or setups for other films, No Way Home is everything I wanted it to be and does justice to the Spider-Man films that came before it.
I was absorbed by each of these three languid, dialogue-driven stories of romance and regret.
Some thematic inconsistencies mar an otherwise competent character drama.
A wonder of beauty and sentiment, also an emotional thriller that at times borders on psychological horror.
Not quite the “normal people try crime, are terrible” Coen-brothers comedy that it could have been, but becomes fun enough by the end.
thriller. The second half… kind of goes downhill on autopilot.