
Wild movie review (London Film Festival)
A film full of spectacular landscapes of both the natural world and the human spirit. This is what it looks like when women get to be people onscreen.

A film full of spectacular landscapes of both the natural world and the human spirit. This is what it looks like when women get to be people onscreen.

Solid biopic of the godfather of funk and soul, but there’s not much genuinely memorable about it beyond Chadwick Boseman’s stunning breakout performance.

Jon Stewart’s first film is passionate and principled, as I expected, but also hopeful, almost serene, and even gently amusing, which I did not.

A marvelous combination of thrilling intellectual adventure and sensitive portrait of a man ahead of his time both personally and professionally.

This is no stuffy costume drama but a richly lived-in visit to early-19th-century England that is rough, bawdy, often funny, and more often unsettling.

The clunky script and amateurish performances are not unexpected in the faith-based genre, but its dubious “inspiration” gives even diehard-atheist me pause.

One of the rare movies that gets absolutely everything right, bursting with happy-tears emotion about solidarity, friendship, and smashing bigotry.

A rote police procedural conducted by a cardboard movie cop investigating a supposedly demonic evil that simply cannot compete with nonsupernatural reality.

Real-life historical drama about a woman artist ignores her work and focuses instead on a tediously tragic romantic triangle.

One of the most repulsive movies I’ve ever seen. Also an important movie, laying bare the farce of equality and justice in the face of power and privilege.