
Hell Baby review: what the hell?
I’m actually angry at how little the movie even tries. There isn’t enough of anything here to pad out a brief sketch, never mind a feature-length film.

I’m actually angry at how little the movie even tries. There isn’t enough of anything here to pad out a brief sketch, never mind a feature-length film.

One of the more achingly poignant stories of awkward (male) adolescence I’ve seen. Sam Rockwell steals this movie more than he has ever stolen a movie before.

A bleak, bitter, wicked pleasure that holds up the underpinnings of modern America — self-help, Jesus, and violence — for ridicule.

Sporadically exciting French action drama about a 1988 hostage crisis drags more often than it should.

Harrowing drama of modern-day piracy as a sort of illicit corporate takeover; riveting and exhausting.

A vile propagandistic action flick that shamelessly indulges fears of terrorism while also failing on a basic narrative level.

A provocative, ambitious drama about the unconsidered assumptions that power our cultures, for good or ill.

Alternately intriguing and infuriating: it’s very like the sort of movie exuberantly excessive Gatsby himself might have made.

This is not a movie. This is nothing but Adam Sandler hanging out with his pals and congratulating himself on how awesome he finds himself to be.

A deliciously ooky, X-Files-esque chiller that’s a scary-fun hoot and a half; a lean, smart example of the found-footage flick.