
Believe Me movie review: those whom Jesus would mock
Not your typical Christian film: it dares to question the money-making machine that is evangelicalism. But it doesn’t dare question Christianity itself.

Not your typical Christian film: it dares to question the money-making machine that is evangelicalism. But it doesn’t dare question Christianity itself.

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

Beautifully redresses how the realities of women’s lives are too often ignored on film… and does so with startling raw power and humor.

Delightfully bonkers stop-motion vacuumpunk madness comes to an abrupt halt in this mysteriously truncated version of Michel Gondry’s latest romantic whimsy.

Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.

Gentle dramedy about a massage therapist who suddenly can’t stand to touch anyone… and about how we all need more care and attention than we get.
I want to crawl inside this movie and curl up in its lap and stay there forever. This movie is so languid and so uncoerced. I want to keep it a secret and let everyone know about it at the same time.

A bitter dramedy of creative desperation that has something sneakily marvelous to say about what it takes — and what it doesn’t — to be an artist.

A beautifully observant meander through the difficulties and discoveries of wise but still confused advanced age, led by a gorgeous, vital, 70-odd Catherine Deneuve.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a film that looks more like the filmmaker’s midlife-crisis wish-fulfillment fantasy than this one.