
Pluto movie rating: yellow light
Brings a socially aware twist to the Korean horror genre, but ultimately fizzles as a cultural cautionary tale.

Brings a socially aware twist to the Korean horror genre, but ultimately fizzles as a cultural cautionary tale.

If it’s meant to be a spy thriller, it’s not exciting. If it’s meant to be a comedy, it’s not funny. If it’s meant to be dumb, absurd, and risible, it’s a success.

Kat Candler’s exploration of toxic male adolescence is handsome and haunting, with a star-making performance by its young star, but we’ve seen this before.

Funnier even than the first film, nonstop self-deprecation that doles out well-deserved smacks to about 817 Hollywood things that desperately deserve it.

Two contrived things, found-footage and porn, combine to create a flick that is distasteful and downright disgusting in so many ways.

A whole lotta violent bigoted men discussing women’s lives as if they merit any say in the matter.

There’s delicious movie-movie elegance in the exotic locales and the period dress, but not much tension to be found in the murderous misadventures on offer.

It’s banned in China for its savage criticism of that nation’s economic and social policies. But its horrors look awfully familiar to us in the West, too.

If O. Henry and Edgar Allan Poe collaborated on a love story, it might look something like this juicy bit of ironic gothic romance.

Atom Egoyan is all over the real-life case of American injustice surrounding the West Memphis Three. But sadly, I’m not sure why.