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.
From the performances to the accents to the soundtrack, everything in Ridley Scott’s dynastic melodrama is all over the place.