The knee-jerk, hateful reviews of Don’t Look Up possess comments so outsized, and so beside the point, that they bear a resemblance to the oblivious thinking of the movie’s anti-science ostriches.
The film feels amateurish in the most complimentary Stendhalien sense: created in a spirit of play, rather than a sweaty effort to advance a studio agenda.
Steven Spielberg’s political timing is nearly perfect, and so is his film.
Stephen Frears balances laughs with a smattering of poignant scenes, a broad, see-sawing approach that will appeal to American audiences.
Ricki and the Flash is a film that is bad enough to hurt a lot of reputations.
by Helen Epstein Go here for information about a live-chat, scheduled for August 23rd, with Helen Epstein on “The Art of Narrative Writing.” Despite what the NYTimes thinks Meryl Streep cooks up a storm in “Julie and Julia.” I usually trust the Times‘ A. O. Scott on movies, but this time I don’t share his […]