
Kingsman: The Secret Service movie review: forgets its manners
I cannot recall a film that left me with such a sour taste in my mouth by its end. Does the movie deliberately defy itself with obnoxious intent?

I cannot recall a film that left me with such a sour taste in my mouth by its end. Does the movie deliberately defy itself with obnoxious intent?

Model-turned-actor Agyness Deyn is strange and lovely in a visually innovative and dramatically unexpected tale of personal adventure.

Or, That Time That Santa Went to Prison and Dad Broke Parole to Spring Him. You know, for kids! A new classic in the annals of Yuletide movie misfires.

You don’t need to be a fan of the artist to enjoy this spirited celebration of his life and art. But you may end up a fan afterward.

Adorable. So witty and compassionate and bittersweet and just the right little bit of snarky that you will cry tears of joy from the perfection of it.

This is no stuffy costume drama but a richly lived-in visit to early-19th-century England that is rough, bawdy, often funny, and more often unsettling.

Is Doctor Who going to insist on pinning down a concrete, rational explanation for every human fear?

One of the rare movies that gets absolutely everything right, bursting with happy-tears emotion about solidarity, friendship, and smashing bigotry.

When it finally collapses under the weight of its own preposterousness, this would-be elegant thriller becomes a cheap retrograde melodrama.

A rich white man tours the misery of others to learn about happiness. Yes, it is as offensive as it sounds.