
Gloria review: can you handle the truth?
A smart, incisive portrait of a woman who lives life on her own terms and doesn’t let herself get pushed around.

A smart, incisive portrait of a woman who lives life on her own terms and doesn’t let herself get pushed around.

A gooey nostalgic look back at that time a young boy’s mom fell in love with their kidnapper, presented under a sexy sweltering summer haze.

Something like a Shakespearean comedy, full of highly amusing, sharply drawn characters…

An exuberant rock ’n’ roll comedy in which three of the most memorable movie teens ever embrace their adolescent angst and give it screaming voice.

It had me confounded, in the most delightful way, and left me with a big stupid grin on my face and tears in my eyes.

I see the harbingers of doom in this “pre-apocalyptic comedy,” but there’s nothing actually funny about it.

This poignant and painful ensemble drama about the lesser-known figures caught up in the JFK assassination reminds us that history happens to regular people, too.
A cry-till-you-laugh-dramedy about seeking lost family and finding new purpose; Judi Dench and Steve Coogan are fantastic. Seriously, though: bring Kleenex.

Dryly humorous and wonderfully weird, this is a preternaturally mundane evocation of early 80s nerdery and an almost scary peek at the history of AI.

There’s nothing particularly surprising here. Not even the rather tediously obvious 15-minute all-nude lesbian fuckfest.