Tepid teen romance turned implausible thriller is just about saved by a powerful, and unusually disturbing, performance from Bill Paxton (one of his last).
Jingoistic propaganda and heart-tugging cornball melodrama about a dog with PTSD. It’s how we are Enduring Freedom. God bless America.
Kat Candler’s exploration of toxic male adolescence is handsome and haunting, with a star-making performance by its young star, but we’ve seen this before.