The New Yorker hailed Ferrante’s slender yet loaded novel as “a brutally frank novel of maternal ambivalence.” The same could be said of Maggie Gyllenhaal’s adaptation.
Jane Campion performs a seductive sleight of hand in her adaptation of American writer Thomas Savage’s 1967 shapeshifting novel.
Overstuffed and often heavy-handed as it is, the movie is beautifully shot and styled, features some very moving scenes, and derives power from its incendiary performances.
Director Denis Villeneuve turns Frank Herbert’s multilayered, 1965 sci-fi classic novel into an involving adventure.
The sight of Isabelle Huppert schlepping unwieldy blocks of dope evokes a comparison to the actress herself dragging her talents to languish in a slight, down-market caper.
Based on a semi-autobiographical novel, a German Jewish family presciently flees the Nazis in 1933.
Sigourney Weaver is the standout here as a complex, layered woman, sometimes mean, sometimes kind, but always fully human.
Directed by MCU masterminds Joe and Anthony Russo, Cherry tackles a lot of issues: youthful malaise, PTSD, the opioid crisis, and Midwestern economic collapse.
The film revolves around the complicated, codependent relationship between a self-absorbed mother (Michelle Pfeiffer in an icy, brittle performance) and her passively resentful son.