
A Walk Among the Tombstones movie review: only mostly dead
Liam Neeson’s good performance only just elevates the general seen-it-before-ness, including a risible appropriation of women’s pain for men’s redemption.

Liam Neeson’s good performance only just elevates the general seen-it-before-ness, including a risible appropriation of women’s pain for men’s redemption.

Very effective in creating an unsettling mood, but its horrific, fantastic speculation ends, frustratingly, just when it could have gotten really intriguing.

THE SOFT PRETTY ENGLISH ACTOR: I’m tired of all these damn television costume drama roles. Get me something totally badass.

When it finally collapses under the weight of its own preposterousness, this would-be elegant thriller becomes a cheap retrograde melodrama.

An unnecessary sequel that’s empty and arduous, little more than vignettes on vengeance and cruel parades of sociopathic power.

The kooky residents of a small Irish village go in search of a black comedy, but get stuck in a dramatic thriller that goes nowhere.

A riveting BBC political thriller offering one of the most trenchant explorations yet of the sick symbiosis between big government and big business.

Confused suspense drama starts out gripping and descends into a moral muddle that a very good performance by Michael C. Hall cannot quite overcome.

Jake Gyllenhaal meets his doppelgänger — or maybe it’s also him — and they argue over whether they are secretly fucking each other’s female property.

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