film criticism by maryann johanson | celebrating 25 years: 1997–2022
Cynical sequel — you know, for kids! — doubles down on the nihilistic money-grubbing of the original. Thinks that being clever and meta about its own disenchantment will win us over. It does not.
Woefully undeveloped characters, a thin yet convoluted plot, and a lack of humor in the black comedy. This is what it looks like when a hastily scribbled first draft goes straight into production.
Insistent chemistry between David Oyelowo and Rosamund Pike fuels a true story of passionate romance with an urgent message about love as radical and political.
So inept a film, so bland and monotonous, that it fails even to serve as the blatant ad for the certain Christian motivational book it would appear to be.
A magnificent film, vital and alive, with the most profound sense of immediacy I think I’ve ever felt in a historical story.
A deeply moving melodrama about a subtly subversive black butler at the heart of the White House. You will need Kleenex.
