This slow-burn dystopian sci-fi thriller questions the motives & limits of maternal love.
One of Hayao Miyazaki’s lighter, sentimental films is a celebration of ordinary life & parental love as seen through the eyes of a child.
Netflix’s newest in horror is a twisty gorefest that only misses a few notes.
Despite its intent, racism with a laugh track falls flat in the current political climate.
Mary Harron’s take on the Manson Family features strong performances, but brings little else to the true crime table.
Full of racist jokes & sexual assault subplots, John Hughes’ teen rom-com classic has aged like bad cheese. But is there anything worth saving about it?
A surprisingly solid performance by Zac Efron is wasted on an uneven drama about why chicks dig Ted Bundy.
Kasi Lemmons’ wistful, eerie, criminally underrated directorial debut features complex characters & asks unsettling questions about memory & perspective.
Comparisons to A Quiet Place are the least of the problems in this cheesy, poorly paced apocalyptic horror film.
Maya Angelou’s sole directorial effort Down in the Delta is a powerful and engaging look at a strong-willed family taking control of their destiny.
Initially faithful to the source material, Kevin Kolsch and Dennis Widmyer’s take on the Stephen King classic goes in a new and creepier direction.
The second half of Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’s teen-witch update loses some of the winking charm that made its debut so magical.
Every artist has their muse, but sometimes that relationship grows toxic and strains – with Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, that moment appears long passed.
Thirty years later, Heathers still inspires discussions about what’s too edgy to depict in movies, and whether a remake can still happen.
Virginia Gardner plays a lonely woman on a mission to save the world in A.T. White’s gripping, inscrutable essay on loss.
Burton’s dark, misguided adaptation of Roald Dahl’s classic children’s novel ages particularly poorly among the rest of his works.
Netflix’s Motley Crue biopic falls along familiar music biopic tropes, but with all the band’s warts unashamedly on display.
Joel Potrykus’ comically grim indie shows the grotesque end result of staying on your couch playing video games all day.