This ambitious sequel channels the fallout of Chadwick Boseman’s death into a meaningful, almost meta, reflection of the post-Phase Three Marvel Cinematic Universe.

How not to make a supernatural phenomena into a cash cow.

A popcorn film—by design—and a blast, meant to be seen in a large theater with lots of people.

Fast-paced and full of eye-popping sights, it’s a lively adventure through a striking urban underworld, set in the not-so-distant future.

Christos Nikou’s directorial debut, a dystopian drama of amnesia and new identities, is the latest example in the so-called Greek Weird Wave.

Don’t believe the hype. If audiences flee to the exits, it is most likely for the airless, glum atmosphere and the murky, metaphorical screenplay rather than the gore.

The movie’s title kind of says it all. 

A rare genre film that doesn’t rely on gimmicks, special effects and, frankly, audience expectations.

A callback to the early to mid-2000s, when Wes Anderson’s popularity was in full swing and films like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Science of Sleep, and Garden State were the rage.