As its title hints, Velvet Buzzsaw is gory, brutal, disturbing and shallow.
The Favourite may indeed be a favorite with secular critics and Academy voters. For me? Not so much.
If Beale Street Could Talk is a movie that many might talk about, but it’s a love story that’s also …
Bird Box won’t be up for any awards, most likely, and it’s R all the way. It didn’t need to …
Mary Queen of Scots may be well acted. But it’s still a wincingly difficult R-rated film to watch.
The Possession of Hannah Grace is, frankly, little more than a cold room chock-full of bleak and bloody bumps and …
Despite its impressive pedigree, Widows is ultimately snared in its own web.
In its graphic depictions of its Nazi horrors (and horrific Nazis), Overlord goes overboard.
The nasty web this sequel weaves is still sticky with R-rated problems.
This movie’s just terrible. Terrible aesthetically, terrible ethically, terrible in every which way a movie can be.
Beyond the horrific thrills and chills, beyond the cathartic showdown, slasher movies are about one thing: death.
This grim indie thriller tries to be many things at once—like an unlikely Agatha Christie-Quentin Tarantino mash-up.
As palpable as these talented actors’ chemistry may be, moviegoers should approach this film with deep caution.
This ridiculous, derivative and predictable carnival of crass carnage might more accurately have been dubbed Dumb Fest.
