
Selma movie review: the march of time is slow
A magnificent film, vital and alive, with the most profound sense of immediacy I think I’ve ever felt in a historical story.

A magnificent film, vital and alive, with the most profound sense of immediacy I think I’ve ever felt in a historical story.

Three of the five nominees are about women, and it’s hardly a surprise that their fresh perspective results in stories that are new and original.

A hilariously histrionic depiction of 19th-century superstar violinist Niccolò Paganini’s rise to fame, far more Monty Python than Mozart.

Simultaneously the dullest and the most insulting version of itself it could possibly be. If only it had managed to be campy, that’d be something…

Thinks it’s hitting notes of subconscious dread, but it’s just swinging a sledgehammer of tropes and hoping one of them sticks. (Spoiler: None do.)

Jack O’Connell is the most exciting young actor to break out in years, and he makes this overly familiar film worth your time… if only just.

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.

Opens our eyes to the PR sleight of hand that huge corporations deploy to protect their profits when facts and science aren’t going their way. Enraging.

What is intended to be a suspenseful period drama of paranoia and conspiracy is far too slow-moving and meandering to truly engage.

You don’t need to be a fan of the artist to enjoy this spirited celebration of his life and art. But you may end up a fan afterward.