
Index Zero movie review (Edinburgh International Film Festival)
Smart, thoughtful science fiction that’s about ideas, not spectacle, with an extra kick of cautionary-tale warning in light of current events.

Smart, thoughtful science fiction that’s about ideas, not spectacle, with an extra kick of cautionary-tale warning in light of current events.

Al Pacino fully arrives at old-coot-dom, ushered in by David Gordon Green in an apparent self-parody of his usual elegiacal visual style.

Admirable but not very engaging SF drama that either fails to recognize the potential of its central conceit, or else is too afraid to confront it head-on.

This is a remarkably inert movie: unscary, unexciting, and so obvious that it announces how obvious it is going to be in advance.

Hollywood does kinda make sense now: it’s a neverending frat party of talentless rich bastards.

A repulsive and disgustingly manipulative roundrobin of revenge that veers from softcore porn to an emotionally ignorant parody of a family drama.

No one has done a musical like this before, keeping an uneasy beat to craft a dark replica of scared community spirit in the wake of a shocking crime.

I am the prime demographic for this movie, and I found it only sort of inoffensively blah. Chris Pratt: He’s no Jeff Goldblum.

A cold, sterile film, bereft of the spirit and danger Gustave Flaubert’s groundbreaking novel demands.

The highlight is the absolutely astonishing “World of Tomorrow,” which crams in more SF ideas than you’ll find in a decade’s worth of summer blockbusters.