Michael Marano
As a dick-waving demonstration of fascist corporate and political power, “Melania” would make a great double bill with Pasolini’s “Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom.”
The sitcom tropes encourage director Sam Raimi to unleash his utterly demented black humor sensibilities.
“Die My Love” is a healthy bitch-slap, its shock encouraging young folks to dismiss the bullshit about relationships too many other movies have hawked over the past decade and a half or so.
There’s a profound catharsis in watching “Bugonia,” one that echoes the catharsis articulated by those who attended the ‘No Kings’ protests on the 18th.
Tron: Ares hurries from one spectacular concept and one spectacular set piece to another. But it doesn’t take the time to let any of those remarkable things sink in.
My reviewing this movie is like Proust reviewing a tea-dipped madeleine, but I think even old Marcel could spot when bits of the sponge cake were stale or too soggy.
“Superman” is overstuffed and bloated — so much so that it’s impossible to get an emotional toehold in the story being told.
“Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning” is an honest piece of grand entertainment, not as great as “Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One,” but still pretty great.
It’s pretty interesting that we live in a moment in which our comic-book obsessed culture is creating a number of antagonists based on the premise of, “Hey, what if Superman were emotionally stunted and really evil?”
It takes spine to mash things up this boldly, and the bravery of auteur director Ryan Coogler’s storytelling is breathtaking.
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