Mark Raso’s new Netflix thriller takes a decent setup only to drag it through absurd, underdeveloped set pieces.
The director-writer & star of Asia talk death, love & the immigration experience.
Even in his early screen appearances, Philip Seymour Hoffman knew exactly what he was doing.
Antoine Fuqua directs Mark Wahlberg in a tired load of action nonsense.
The Patton Oswalt-narrated Netflix docuseries tells a compelling story about the endangered birds’ life during their molting and mating season.
The Hulu series is as charming as ever, but often loses its focus.
Robert Altman’s swan song remains a mesh of spontaneity and character detail further lifted by its ensemble cast.
Marvel gives its original bad boy his own series but misses what’s so fun about that idea.
Jon M. Chu’s adaptation of the Lin-Manuel Miranda musical has choice moments and a solid cast but is far too messy to work.
The electronic group redefined the sound of ’80s cinema, pioneering an iconic electronic soundscape that reverberates into modern film scoring.
B.L. Panther examines two documentaries shot 50 years apart that engage with the queer masculine spaces of drag pageants and bucking dance competitions.
Caleb Michael Johnson’s first feature juggles iconography, domestic drama, and surrealism to modest success.
Kino Lorber releases three essential queer films from the late director Derek Jarman.
Patrick Wilson & Vera Farmiga’s likability isn’t enough to keep this plodding entry in the smash horror series afloat.
Stephen King adapts one of his most personal novels in a lavish, well-acted production that maybe should have been six episodes instead of eight.
Danielle Lessovitz’s debut fails to probe its themes, marginalizing the community it aims to highlight in the process.
America’s first furtive step into returning to in-person film festivals is coming soon — and here’s what we’re looking forward to.
Philip Seymour Hoffman classes up an otherwise dull and contrived spy drama.