
Grand Central movie rating: yellow light
French drama about nuclear workers is riveting when it focuses on the dangers of the job, less so when it devolves into a sexy working-class soap opera.

French drama about nuclear workers is riveting when it focuses on the dangers of the job, less so when it devolves into a sexy working-class soap opera.

An extraordinary examination of a remarkable photographer, part portrait unraveled by meticulous detective work, part sharp criticism of the hidebound art establishment.

A magnificent science fiction drama, and a beautiful one. Wonderfully radical for the simple fact that it is ruled by principled ideas.

Sporadically hilariously awful, but mostly cheap, amateurish and so distasteful it borders on the vile. Poor Nicolas Cage and his foundering career.

An audacious coming-of-age tale unique in the history of cinema; deeply moving and beautifully authentic.

Hauntingly grim, full of appalling ironies and awful truths. This is most definitely not the feel-good movie of the summer.

Arthouse martial-arts action that’s incredibly dull even when it’s being pornographic about its extreme bloody violence.

A meditative contemplation of the boredom of overprivileged, under-aspiring, shallow, spoiled kids. As you’ve been dying to see.

A touching biography, and an accidental look at the tremendous upheaval that journalism has weathered in the past half century.

An absurdist mock epic that is hilarious, outrageous, and completely insane. It’s like a bonkers Swedish Forrest Gump.