
The Little Death (aka A Funny Kind of Love) and The Overnight movie review: sex tragi-comedies
Hooray for movies about sex and love that aren’t about teenagers trying to get laid but adults still trying to figure it all out.

Hooray for movies about sex and love that aren’t about teenagers trying to get laid but adults still trying to figure it all out.

This funny and enlightening exposé of how unhealthy “healthy” processed food actually is is shocking, even if you’re already down on corporate food.

Michael Fassbender is never not worth watching, and his unique blend of cynical smarts and weary humor is perfectly suited to this bitterly funny road trip.

I love the Minions and I thought they totally deserved their own movie. But I was wrong. Or, at least, this movie is not the movie they deserve.

Strange and wonderful and unclassifiable in the best way, this is an unexpectedly touching and oddly funny platonic romance. Sort of.

There are no cartoon Mean Girls here; instead, we get striking portraits of girls in pain, desperately grasping for coping mechanisms.

A sort of miracle. A black comedy about a not-well woman saving herself is a savage satire on a not-well world that doesn’t realize anything’s wrong.

Al Pacino fully arrives at old-coot-dom, ushered in by David Gordon Green in an apparent self-parody of his usual elegiacal visual style.

Admirable but not very engaging SF drama that either fails to recognize the potential of its central conceit, or else is too afraid to confront it head-on.

This is a remarkably inert movie: unscary, unexciting, and so obvious that it announces how obvious it is going to be in advance.