
Madame Bovary movie review: why woman why cry?
A cold, sterile film, bereft of the spirit and danger Gustave Flaubert’s groundbreaking novel demands.

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.

An unlikely duo of films in which folks way beyond their teens fight hauntings injects a bit of the unexpected into a genre now tediously predictable.

Leaves no doubt that its central supernatural event is 100% real, yet it makes absolutely no case for it whatsoever, and refuses to even engage with it.

A quietly devastating film about the impact of colonialism and paternalism on Australia’s indigenous people via one man’s very personal journey.

If there’s a thriller to be found in international travel regulations, this is not it. Makes a mockery of the unsung heroes it’s meant to celebrate.

“Put Kevin Costner in it and you’ve got a sporty Stand and Deliver. The script writes itself.”

Not even Catherine Deneuve can save this dramatically inert soap opera of corruption and obsession, which does not even resolve its central mystery.

A frustrating movie in some ways, but an important reminder of the power of cinema to manipulate and seduce us, and not always for the better.

Does some wonderfully seditious feminist things while also being funny as hell. Finally, we are asked to laugh with Melissa McCarthy, not at her.