
Grand Central movie rating: yellow light
French drama about nuclear workers is riveting when it focuses on the dangers of the job, less so when it devolves into a sexy working-class soap opera.

French drama about nuclear workers is riveting when it focuses on the dangers of the job, less so when it devolves into a sexy working-class soap opera.

An extraordinary examination of a remarkable photographer, part portrait unraveled by meticulous detective work, part sharp criticism of the hidebound art establishment.

A magnificent science fiction drama, and a beautiful one. Wonderfully radical for the simple fact that it is ruled by principled ideas.

There’s fish in that thar bagel, and the cat knows it.

Sporadically hilariously awful, but mostly cheap, amateurish and so distasteful it borders on the vile. Poor Nicolas Cage and his foundering career.
It may not last. Stay tuned…

A tiny Chinese symbol of good fortune greets new arrivals at Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium.

A very earthy and spookily atmospheric production suffers from some dated attitudes: not those of the 1690s but the 1950s.

Not even the fashionable view from the window of Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium — London’s first cat cafe — is enough to keep this kitty awake on a hot afternoon.

I am hopeful for Capaldi’s Doctor. He’s a little bit scary here. That’s a good thing.