A meticulously mix of violence and comedy that doesn’t pull either of those punches, and that strangest of joys is maintained throughout M3gan.
Baumbach has made a deeply strange film, and he managed to make it big, loud, and potently concerned with the things that keep us up at night. And he made it hilarious. God bless him.
It manages to update the genre while still giving those starved of seeing it on the big screen something familiar to savor.
Love and Thunder is, quite simply, a mess.
It’s still an overstuffed show, but in building up the relationships audiences truly care about, season 3’s existential musings become time well spent.
A masterpiece? No. A Céline Dion biopic? Sort of. A vision you could never anticipate and may never see again? Completely.
A perfectly fine little film with engaging characters, parent-appealing cultural throwbacks, and the familiar message to embracing yourself.
There’s a sweet, charming rom-com in there, but it’s constantly being put on hold by its own incessant flitting.
Their Tammy Faye is a caricature masquerading as a real person. The assertion that they find out who she really is, or even present a twisted, subjective version, is nothing but a beautiful lie.
Jungle Cruise is not the artistically devoid offering you may have feared, but it’s not stretching itself to be anything too great, either. Instead, it settles for being a lark, and its winning cast nails the frivolous good time it aims to be.