It doesn’t try to go to infinity and beyond. Instead, it tells a simple story well and without a lot of fuss.
True crime is not something to be toyed with, and The Staircase, for all the beautiful work put into it, toys with viewers instead of finding the salient truths about the case.
A bitter disappointment because, while it brings the dinosaurs, it fails to tell a solid story.
This is ruthlessly proficient entertainment filmmaking, and any human plunked into a theater will be powerless against it.
Wanders from MCU standards without completely losing the trail, and every strange cranny it finds proves enlivening.
A masterpiece? No. A Céline Dion biopic? Sort of. A vision you could never anticipate and may never see again? Completely.
A beautifully bloody empty shell, which is just enough for me.
Deep Water gets bogged down by familiar and pedantic elements of an erotic thriller that feels 65 years old.
A perfectly fine little film with engaging characters, parent-appealing cultural throwbacks, and the familiar message to embracing yourself.
Pokes at insecurities and comforts we can neither fully grasp nor avoid.