
Phantom Thread movie review: hate couture
A conundrum of a film that defies genre as it twirls us around a wickedly fascinating triad of gently, quietly manipulative people. A cinematic experience of sly eeriness and oblique mystique.

A conundrum of a film that defies genre as it twirls us around a wickedly fascinating triad of gently, quietly manipulative people. A cinematic experience of sly eeriness and oblique mystique.
Ahhh… This is quite relaxing.

Sure, millions of Native people dead and ancient cultures destroyed, but who has to live with that? All the good soldiers who were just following orders, that’s who. Won’t someone think of the white man?
Wow! Not sure about the Prince of Peace’s taste in movies, however.

A lazy, insulting xerox of better movies about Liam Neeson growling into cell phones at enigmatic villains. Devoid of tension and mystery, and rife with plotholes that derail the trip.

Taraji P. Henson and Meryl Streep are doing men’s work in wide release, with small films from Europe, the Middle East, and South America highlighting women in limited release.

A feature-length Oscar clip, two hours of Gary Oldman stomping around in a Winston Churchill suit. There’s too little drama and too much inevitability in what amounts to a reanimated Madame Tussaud’s waxwork scene.

Frances McDormand’s acclaimed performance in Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri finally gets its UK release, and French and Mexican films focus on women’s lives.

A bleakly funny, genteelly twisted gloss on the clichés of temperamental creative genius, via the relationship between an artist and his subject, one that questions the sometimes high personal price of great art.

These will all work at the Oscars too! Feel free to steal ’em, guys.