
Old Fashioned movie review: how would Jesus date?
Old-fashioned is right. Like how the Taliban is old-fashioned. Behold some pretty despicable passive-aggressive othering of women in the name of “respect.”

Old-fashioned is right. Like how the Taliban is old-fashioned. Behold some pretty despicable passive-aggressive othering of women in the name of “respect.”

A genuine horror story, sweaty with a palpable ring of truth about the unending fear that accompanies life on the knife edge of financial despair.

An extraordinary group of films concerned with corralling confusing and conflicting human experience at emotional borderlands.

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

Charming in that gloriously detailed Aardman way, but with its simple slapstick humor, it’s strictly for the littlest tykes.

Sees no need to engage metaphor or dispense with cliché, so when you haven’t seen it before, you can’t believe what you’re seeing. And not in a good way.

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.

Filmmaker Nick Broomfield does something completely astonishing (though it shouldn’t be): he listens to people the cops utterly ignored.

The truth about one of the great urban legends of videogame history is nowhere near as epic as you’d imagine: in fact, it’s rather anticlimactic.