Netflix’s documentary about the soccer superstar is serviceable, but says nothing you haven’t heard before.
Nick Bilton’s documentary-slash-zoomer ethnography investigates whether you can game your way to social media fame.
Mickey Reece’s out-there vampire B film plays in a lot of genres, but doesn’t quite hit the Anna Biller vibe it’s going for.
Phyllida Lloyd and writer-star Clare Dunne delicately handle tough subject matter in a responsible, deft character drama.
Tara Miele’s new film is a mismatched metaphysical love story that shows potential for the writer/director but doesn’t land.
Jillian Bell is hilarious as a klutzy fairy godmother-in-training in this deceptively-fun fractured fairy tale.
Aneesh Chaganty’s suspense thriller features excellent performances but suffers from too many plot holes.
Eva Green stars as a female astronaut who overcomes sexism and her own doubts for a journey into the universe.
Robert De Niro makes another baffling script choice with a bland family comedy about a spoiled kid who can’t bear to give up his bedroom.
Netflix’s latest is a whimsical re-imagining of Sherlock Holmes buoyed only by Brown’s charming performance.
Miranda July’s latest is her most idiosyncratic and self-aware work to date.
Six months into COVID and the other anxieties of 2020, the apocalyptic cloak of horror might just be what we need to weather them.
Netflix’s latest film for teens isn’t trying for anything deep or important, but it doesn’t have to.
Charlie Kaufman directs one of the most subtly horrifying movies of the year.
James D’Arcy’s directorial debut is a thin, derivative bore that wastes its otherwise-game cast.
Marjane Satrapi’s biopic of Marie Curie can’t cure what ails you, even with a strong Rosamund Pike turn at the center.
The Ross brothers’ staged documentary about a closing Las Vegas bar tries to blend mediums but borders on exploitation instead.
The only sighs Shannon Murphy’s tragic romantic drama elicits are of boredom.