Justice League feels to me, first and foremost, like a missed opportunity.
The first half of Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, is one of the best films I’ve seen this year, a perfect mix of heartbreak and humor with a mean streak that juggles some of the day’s weightier issues without offering easy answers.
Brawl in Cell Block 99 isn’t for everyone—especially for folks who get a bit squeamish at the sight of blood and bone—but those of you looking for a pulpy throwback in which an honorable tough guy risks everything to protect his family from harm will find much to love in S. Craig Zahler’s tightly plotted action thriller.
There’s quite a bit to like about Thor: Ragnarok. The sixteenth movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe features winning performances and amusing battles and all that jazz. But I can’t help but think there’s something just a little bit off about the way the film handles its title character.
I was confused for a moment when, flashing randomly in my Twitter feed, George Clooney and Matt Damon appeared to be sitting together to discuss what they did or did not know about Harvey Weinstein, acclaimed super-producer and accused super-predator. After a few seconds, I remembered that the two of them have a movie coming out: the Clooney-directed, Damon-starring Suburbicon.
There’s a recurring image of a bear on fire running through a burning forest in Only the Brave—a visual at once starkly horrifying yet majestic, like something out of a high-fantasy production. The films opens with the bear running at the camera before we cut to a man jolting awake; we see the fiery ursine figure again later from above, running through the forest, before cutting to a line of firefighters moving through a burnt-out section of woods.
I wish I had been in the room when the studios behind The Foreigner were working with focus groups and image consultants while they tried to figure out just how bland, exactly, the title needed to be.
I was torn heading into Blade Runner 2049.
Stumbling out of a midday screening of Battle of the Sexes earlier this week, one simple thought kept running through my head: “How did anyone take this movie seriously?”
American Made, Doug Liman’s new film about the misadventures of TWA-pilot-cum-CIA-spook-cum-drug-importer-cum-arms-dealer Barry Seal (Tom Cruise), is an intermittently amusing and muddled retelling of the beginnings of the Iran-contra affair, one that never quite settles on a tone.