
The Salt of the Earth documentary review: photographing the human condition
“Everyone should see these images to see how terrible our species is.” Yet there is hope in this portrait of photographer Sebastião Salgado, too.

“Everyone should see these images to see how terrible our species is.” Yet there is hope in this portrait of photographer Sebastião Salgado, too.

Glances at fundamental questions of identity and humanity and decides that they are best resolved via fistfights, gun battles, and car chases.

Marvel’s tiniest hero stars in the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s smallest movie so far, one that loses Paul Rudd’s charm among familiar comic-book action.

Is the man who sang “We Saw Your Boobs” at the Oscars one to give us a touching story about civil rights and human dignity? Take a guess..

More standard horror flick, if elegantly presented, than the thoughtful science fiction drama it thinks it is.

A romance of a gentle, bittersweet, grownup variety that doesn’t pretend that every connection has to be a grand, sweeping, happily-ever-after thing.

Tedious romantic dramedy with a pointless sci-fi tinge that has nothing in the least bit memorable to say about anything at all.

I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu.

A cringe-worthy jamboree of dimbulb manflesh that’s even more embarrassing than the first film. If you want a picture of the future, imagine Channing Tatum grinding his crotch in a human face, forever.

An immense film, looming in tragedy, an infuriating portrait of how celebrity warps artistry and how wealth warps love and how suffering trumps everything.