The Russo brothers’ Avengers: Endgame follow-up wastes the potential of a grown-up Tom Holland, and tries way too hard.
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Andra Day shines in Lee Daniels’ otherwise-messy biopic about the Black cultural icon, squandering some fine potential.
Amazon’s “Groundhog Day” for teens tries its best, but goes too heavy on metaphors instead of plot.
Netflix’s adaptation of the bestselling psychological thriller starts out on steady footing, but quickly loses its way.
Starz’s sweeping historical drama is a treat for the eyes, but doesn’t have much going on beyond that.
Netflix’s sickly-sweet teen rom-com series finally reaches the limits of its charm offensive with an overlong, stakes-less conclusion.
Rebecca Hall adapts Nella Lawson’s novella about Black social mobility (and its corresponding resentments) to haunting effect.
Olivia Cooke and Jack O’Connell shine in a melodramatic, but immersive romantic tragedy that mimics the isolation and loss of our current moment.
Maggie Friedman’s adaptation of the Kristin Hannah novel wastes two charming performances by Katherine Heigl and Sarah Chalke.
Mira Nair’s adaptation of the Mohsin Hamid novel is a probing exploration of the forces that make us who we are.
Naomi Watts and Andrew Lincoln struggle predictably in the wake of a debilitating accident, and don’t dig too deep below the surface of what it means to be disabled.
Mira Nair turns a dreary novel into something bright and beautiful, and changed how we looked at it.
Ethan Hawke chews the scenery in a historical drama that gleefully plays around with the truth.
Empathetic, well-crafted filmmaking makes this profile on the specificities of autistic life both heartwarming and essential in its outreach.
David Fincher’s meticulous anti-murder-mystery is a curious marriage of thriller and romantic comedy.
The 2011 adaptation of Stieg Larsson’s hit novel does right by its investigators but drags out the story around them.
Arguably one of David Fincher’s best films, Zodiac focuses on the tedium of a murder investigation, rather than the crimes themselves.
Ron Howard’s adaptation of J.D. Vance’s bootstrapping rags to riches memoir is exactly what you’d expect.