Most scientists in the SETI (search for extraterrestrial intelligence) or METI (messaging to extraterrestrial intelligence) fields bank on theories that any real evidence we, as a planet, will get will come from signals more than flying saucers and little green men arriving on Earth. Similar to Contact, Clara, and Ad Astra that came before it, The Outer Threat follows that more plausible and intelligent path and still develops solid suspense.
Read MoreMilly Alcock, thanks to all that posing working in her favor and the patience to hold putting the cape and big red “S” on her until the finale, builds to the kind of awe and presence the character needs. When we see her next, likely alongside Superman in 2027’s Man of Tomorrow, she’ll be in a different place and mindset from this adventure, and that promise counts as positive mojo—attitude and all.
Read MoreOne has to keep in mind that Leah McKendrick’s film is a romantic comedy, meaning, according to even the most refined and reinvented versions of the genre’s formula, a sticking point born from preventable mistakes or an unwashed Big Lie likely exists. In the case of Voicemails from Isabelle, the finagling of fate belongs to Wes. Like many rom-coms, a horses-holding “Let me explain” is needed.
Read MoreIn The Death of Robin Hood poster did not already warn you, that right there is the brusque and dissentient attitude of this character and the entire film. Anything “merry” is as far away as the Sun during this drastic display of weather. Like body parts, the somberness can be cut with a knife or the deep strings and choral hymns from composer and folk singer Jim Ghedi, working on his first film.
Read MoreSimone Ashley’s shifting allure of evocativeness and conviction deflects predictability and shields the suspense very well, even if the rest of the cast cannot shake their tropes and witnesses and puppeteers at times. Some may argue that This Tempting Madness does not reach a radical enough tipping point to contend with that previous era of thrillers. Possibly, but Montgomery chose the wavelength of paranoia over titillation and distilled her own disturbing vibe just fine.
Read MoreFor this movie, the foreboding existence of a big, bad sea monster capable of thorough destruction is enough. There’s no need to channel Michael Bay or Roland Emmerich and blow every cinematic wad in the world. No massive crowds are running for their lives ahead of massive property damage. No one is screaming, “It’s the Kraken!” That’s improved patience and confidence to make your own thrills count.
Read MoreWhat 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 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 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 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 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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