
The East review: content to be a mosquito when it could have been a black widow
Brit Marling never knows what to do with her great ideas. She runs them right up to a moment when all that electric potential zaps itself out of existence in a flash.

Brit Marling never knows what to do with her great ideas. She runs them right up to a moment when all that electric potential zaps itself out of existence in a flash.

Monsters, Inc. was in no way calling for a sequel, and here it is. (new DVD/VOD US/Can)

Marvelous. It’s impossible to shake the feeling that we are merely eavesdropping on reality. Witty, wise, and—most important of all—truly romantic in ways that movies usually aren’t. (new DVD/VOD US/Can/UK)

Has no guts of any kind: it has absolutely nothing to say, and it takes a long, dull, circuitous route to get to that nothing.

Towers with ambition, swelled by sweeping philosophies about power and presence on scales both planetary and personal, beautifully balanced by a wellspring of wry tragedy.

Pure, unalloyed, rollicking cinematic joy. Brings the romantic comedy as a genre into a realm of fantasy and poetry and fun and laughter.

I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.

A whole lotta WTF folded into a derivative, misogynist, and just plain incoherent mess.

Ridiculously charming as it spins a deliciously retro kitsch magic. (new DVD/VOD UK)

Asks us to look anew — and askance — at conventions of cinematic horror while also engaging in startling satire of America’s culture of violence. (new DVD/VOD UK; also US/Can)