
The Returned review: zombies in remission
Cuttingly sharp and incisive SF horror; a chillingly polite film about the fascism that rises quickly up in a moment of fearful crisis.

Cuttingly sharp and incisive SF horror; a chillingly polite film about the fascism that rises quickly up in a moment of fearful crisis.

Easy Money is a smart, affecting, slow burn of a movie, a spectacular example of Nordic noir. The sequel suffers by comparison, though.

As jaunty as Jean Dujardin’s beret, but in a sincere, old-fashioned kind of way. It could almost have been rediscovered from the 1940s…

The cast is game, and hit the right notes balancing cartoonishness and charm. As sitcom rom-coms go, it’s far from the worst one ever offered to us.

You’ve seen this all before — it’s Toy Story meets The Matrix — just not done in Legos.

Far too blithe and cheery, yet nowhere near madcap and comic enough, for its potentially powerful switched-twins conceit…

Shockingly not terrible, and says some things that need to be said more often, like how dads do not own their teenaged daughters…

No black humor. No satire. No point. But hey, check out the 1987 catchphrases dropped in at random!

A thrilling combination of drama, near-science-fiction, suspense, coming-of-age agita, and intellectual exploration of ideas. Pity it derails itself.

Bracingly free of the usual macho posturing that characterizes movies about the military, and a compassionate and humane portrait of modern soldiering.