What isn’t problematic is Forge’s suave and efficient screenplay from Jing Ai Ng, making her feature debut after an eight-year resume of promising short films. The smoothness comes from scaffolding the idiosyncrasies of the underground art world, fueled by favors and authenticity. By empowering the prowess of the Coco character, Ng showcases this titular crime’s uniqueness, where not just anyone can pull it off.
Read MoreMaybe there’s a little sizzle to the Hutt name and legacy attached to The Mandalorian and Grogu, but, honestly, not much of this premise and setup feels any better than, say, three episodes of the previous television show itself. As it stands, there’s no threatening cause or higher evil in play or looming above this fray. While this promotion from the small screen to the big one fashions itself as the beginning of a new chapter for these beloved characters, not much storytelling or mythical consequence comes of this big debut.
Read MoreWhen done right, there’s sensory excitement between noises that rattle seats and silences that destroy our nerves. Tuner, the narrative directorial debut for Oscar-winning Navalny documentary filmmaker Daniel Roher, recognizes this second type of potential power and seizes it for a nifty thriller that deserves just as many big screens as the summer blockbusters it is poised to swim against.
Read MoreThe seismic disclosure recolors the sentiment, setting, and stakes of Magic Hour instantly. Marshall and Erin’s mother (fellow treasure and TV vet Susan Sullivan) are doing their best to provide Erin with this remote getaway of calm solace and granted space. Other people enter Magic Hour to guide Erin through her pain, but the one figure she’s responding to and divulging her worries to the most remains the present spectre of Charlie.
Read MoreIf thespian glory is indeed the ultimate goal, we are presented with a determined and vivacious candidate ready to knock the socks off the world. Yet, we are all too aware how difficult and woolly this road may be. Through this collaborative screenplay effort by Smith and Stam, Hekla takes audiences into these casting sessions filled with professional pitfalls and unexpected hoops to craft a gem of a character arc.
Read MoreThe title of the film reveals the desired end destination for Magaro’s matriarch. The pleasant Nevada weather allows the windows to be rolled down and burned CDs to blare old family favorite songs. Smiles sneak in to make Omaha a proper road movie with a glimmer of hope. Yet, for every blissful moment of optimism granted by the long highway carrying them to the Great Plains, reality remains inescapable in both the rear-view mirror and the windshield aimed forward.
Read MorePut a good cast to root for in any a disaster scenario, and we’re intrigued. Hire Hell or High Water director David Mackenzie, and we’re filling up the popcorn bucket to witness something with edge. Unfortunately, Fuze erratically combines multiple tonal narratives and throws in an extremely misguided third plotline to smear whatever doesn’t explode when the bomb detonates.
Read MoreOnce again, Michael makes its artistic (and commercial) decision to remember the time the world fell in love with a child star elevating to become a one-of-a-kind legend. This film should be allowed to shine on its own merits and entertainment value in recapturing the performing art and lasting influences that still captivate the masses 17 years after the icon’s passing.
Read MoreLike most adaptations of Hamlet, Aneil Karia’s take lives and dies, literally and figuratively, by the lead performance coming from his top muse and collaborator. Through Riz Ahmed, all the private asides and whispered portending, venting, and plotting still stir the Bard’s vengeful pot, even with simplifying trims from Lesslie. This is a well-deserved and provocative showcase for Ahmed. He’s the reason to witness and appreciate this film.
Read MoreYou, Me & Tuscany is an unashamedly female-gaze romantic comedy, and there is nothing wrong with that. Borrowing all the necessary tropes of the genre, it knows exactly what its audience wants to see. All it takes is one glimpse at the attractively appetizing Regé-Jean Page, whether you catch him on the poster or wait until his introduction in the movie, and everything about the gaze, all of a sudden, makes obvious sense.
Read MoreAt the 57-minute mark in Heads or Tails?, Reilly’s transported icon speaks the promise again to say, “Mark my words, boy, this is going to be quite the story.” At that point, with only 50 minutes to go of running time, there’s a good chance that, outside of the charismatic involvement of Reilly, you haven’t felt or fallen for the ensured charm of the film.
Read MoreTheir competing attitudes of care are warranted, but take away from the cinematic possibilities of the surreal and existential, like that aforementioned billiards scene. Through all the external squabbling around him, the impressive lead performance of Hugo Armstrong shines. Sam Bullington rightfully steals his share of the spotlight, but the gravitational weight of Watching Mr. Pearson always moves through Armstrong.
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