
Concussion movie review: heads up
A quietly horrifying, solidly entertaining medical procedural that makes no bones about the terrible damage American football causes to its players.

A quietly horrifying, solidly entertaining medical procedural that makes no bones about the terrible damage American football causes to its players.

Though the subjects of the film are men in a male-dominated field, the filmmakers include interviews with female authorities to lend us historical context.

Writer, director, and star Chris Rock is so close to something great here, but he gives in too easily to the unchallenging and the very conventional.

A passionate and intense drama — fueled by a fierce Jeremy Renner — that furiously underscores the problem of lickspittle corporate “journalism.”

It’s all a bit satirical. Or maybe not. Look, over there, Shakespeare in a superhero cape!

This new pencil-thin tower — at 432 Park Avenue — will be the tallest habitable building in New York when it’s finished this year.

Two well-off white men on class warfare, what’s good for women in Hollywood, and — most importantly — some movies they haven’t even seen yet.

One of the most repulsive movies I’ve ever seen. Also an important movie, laying bare the farce of equality and justice in the face of power and privilege.

The annual celebration of people with superpowers beating the crap outta one another seems to result in only a handful of petty crimes. Any ideas why?

You’d think any movie that an all-powerful deity had a hand in would be awesome, right? Turns out, not so much. There’s barely even a story here.