Alex Gibney’s latest dives into the work of criminal psychologist Dr. Dorothy Otnow Lewis, but can leave you with more questions than answers.
Netflix’s latest pop-star documentary is a bit too treacly and devoid of conflict to dig into the complexities of its young star’s career.
Alex Winter’s look at the multi-hyphenate is an expansive two hours bolstered by its unseen footage and stellar editing.
Matt Tyrnauer’s docuseries is a swift, in-depth exploration of Ronald Reagan’s time in office and his family’s lasting impact.
The documentary about the destructive beauty of meteors is equal parts perplexing and engaging.
Nathan Grossman dutifully peels back the rhetoric of Greta Thunberg’s crusade against climate change to show a young girl driven to do the right thing.
Shalini Kantayya’s documentary is a chilling primer on the ways technology reflects the flaws of the systems that create and use it.
Rob Ford & Maurice Holden’s new documentary series doesn’t go deep enough to do its rich story justice.
The sequel to 1992’s The Last Party sees Philip Seymour Hoffman reflects the polarized politics of 2020 through the 2000 race.
A cross-country book tour is the backdrop for an engrossing doc about coping with the loss of a loved one.
From ’70s mob thrillers to docs that stretch their genre definitions, AFI Fest closes with some elegant entries.
Jonah Malek’s documentary proves captivating for divers and non-divers alike.
Two stellar docs — one about the dangers of place, the other the flexibility of identity — screen at AFI Fest.
The latest cinematic attempt to understand one of comedy’s most tragic success stories celebrates its subject’s life until it can’t any longer.
Hao Wu’s fly-on-the-wall glimpse of China’s 76-day coronavirus lockdown is a startling portrait of resilience and helplessness.
Gibney’s latest piece of docu-journalism is a sharp, but blinkered take Trump’s COVID-era failings.
Netflix’s newest reality show gets both turnt and insightful.
Ebs Burnough’s composite portrait of Truman Capote reveals all the melodrama and queasy class navigation that seeped into every pore of his queer being.