If Jane Austen wrote a horror movie. An almost serene sinisterness infuses female-gazey carnal intrigue… but it could be even more feminist than it is.
The it’s-about-damn-time true story that puts paid to the notion that only white men had the Right Stuff. Often funny, ultimately feel-good, hugely exhilarating.
Intensely gripping drama full of smart, thoughtful, personal twists on some familiar sci-fi ideas. Hums with the hope that a better world is within reach.
There’s delicious movie-movie elegance in the exotic locales and the period dress, but not much tension to be found in the murderous misadventures on offer.
If you didn’t know that Jack Kerouac’s novel was a seminal influence on postwar America, you would never, ever guess it from this lifeless, soulless, pointless adaptation.
This is a like comedy from Star Trek’s vicious Mirror Universe, where backstabbing and scheming are just the way things are.
Kirsten Dunst says “kind of like an accessible Brazil.” Brazil isn’t accessible? *facepalm*
Depression is like an enormous rogue planet entering your solar system and ripping your world apart…
Kirst Dunset gets married, and is sad, and that makes the world end. Apparently.
In Let Me In, a child vampire (Chloe Grace Moretz) befriends a child nonvampire (Kodi Smit-McPhee) and violence and bloodshed ensues. This flick sprang from (among other films)…