
Pompeii rating: yellow light
Instantly forgettable but more than passable as a diversion; solid B-movie cheese that’s like Titanic-lite meets Gladiator-lite.

Instantly forgettable but more than passable as a diversion; solid B-movie cheese that’s like Titanic-lite meets Gladiator-lite.

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.

Romantic in the grandest sense, a visceral and hypnotic experience of idealistic aspirations set against the desolate beauty and danger of the Outback.

We need an equivalent term to “Uncle Tom” for a woman — in this case, screenwriter Melissa Stack — who participates in Hollywood’s systematic hatred of women.

No, it’s not wildly different than other science fiction, hero’s journey, and adventure movies. Sometimes we call such stories archetypal. Mythic, even.

Kelly Reichardt cements her reputation as one of the most provocative American indie filmmakers with this quiet, tense thriller of morality and motive.

It’s almost a little too precious to be taken as an honest exploration artistically genuine lives. Or else that’s where it finds a lost romance.

Oh what a lovely film! As romance and history, this is by turns funny and tragic, suspenseful and celebratory, and never less than solidly entertaining.

Scarlett Johansson is an alien serial killer who sexes men to death in a misogynist fanboy wet dream that also fails to satisfy as science fiction.

Culture clash amplifies the options open for a young Pakistani-Norwegian woman in this quietly compelling film.