
A Street Cat Named Bob movie review: pussyfooting around reality
This true story falls down a bizarre rabbit hole of gentle condescension about how to solve the problems of poverty and drug addiction.

This true story falls down a bizarre rabbit hole of gentle condescension about how to solve the problems of poverty and drug addiction.

Quick takes from the 60th London Film Festival, with public screenings from October 5th-16th, 2016.

A fiercely cinematic experience of startling metaphors, sweeping battles, intense characters, and vivid color that deserves to be seen on a big screen…

An astonishing, even perception-altering experience that represents a startling use of animation to tell a story that no live-action film could tell.

Exhaustion of mind and body is the primary sentiment in this sensitively observed family drama, drawn with an intimacy that is palpable and uncompromising.

An unpleasant couple sings ridiculously on-the-nose lyrics about the collapse of a romance that we are given no way to sympathize with or understand.

Quvenzhané Wallis is adorable and Cameron Diaz is a hoot. But the movie is energetic yet bland, inoffensive and instantly forgettable.

A bitterly funny pas de trois character dramedy performed by three compulsively watchable actors.

Hooray for a good old-fashioned rich-bastard bashing. But they get the last laugh: These guys are the future masters of the universe. Hooray.

Director Clint Eastwood’s discomfort with his own material is enormous and obvious. Does he just not get pop music, or is he actively disdainful and suspicious of it?