A cheeky, unabashed sex comedy whose message of inclusiveness is undermined by its decision to cast only able-bodied leads in disabled roles.
As deadly as it is deadpan, The Art of Self-Defense is a wild ride.
Everyone involved in making Private Life is smart and funny, and while they offer no easy solutions or ready-made epiphanies, they build two strong protagonists from the ground up, and then take a sledgehammer and break them down with passion.
Tramps is sunny, colorful, and quick on its feet, and sometimes that’s just what you want for a weekend afternoon.
Emma is a delightful romantic comedy, unabashedly optimistic and full of life and joy.
Jojo Rabbit is good fun, and worth a watch, with a few well-placed gags that will stay with me, even if it does not achieve its potential as satire.
Although a bit too biopic-y at first, Dolemite is my Name finds its footing thanks in no small part to Eddie Murphy’s tremendous energy.
Double Tap is such a direct sequel to Zombieland that it seems barely a year has passed. Gone are the surprise and the edge, but there’s enough left to pass the time.
Knives Out has a smart script, a brilliant cast, and a humor as sharp as its title suggest. It is not the whodunit you expect; it is better.
What Late Night has going for it is the charisma of its two leads, Mindy Kaling (who also writes) and Emma Thompson, two diametrically opposed characters that bring the film to life when they’re butting heads. The rest of the time, though, the movie goes languid and sort of rolls forward until the next beat.