The performances by the likes of Ewan McGregor, Stellan Skarsgard, and Naomie Harris are so graceful that it’s tempting to overlook some of the more bizarre plot turns.

Nicolas Winding Refn’s latest film is a candy coated, neon drenched homage to classic 1980’s psychodramas, and a loud, pretentious mess.

A hothouse drama and a refreshingly cynical thriller with two ace performers pushing edgy parts way over-the-top.

What starts as a cancer drama shifts to a thriller that plays out almost seemingly in real time.

After gradually building up the suspense, the last 20 minutes of The Invitation are incredibly intense, mirroring the film’s opening, and violent, scene.

In Atom Egoyan’s latest film, a masterly acted and suspenseful vengeance flick, the assured, multilayered script triggers the kind of immense grief that has suffused Egoyan’s work, particularly in how lives are impacted by larger tragedies.

The rough and intense Triple 9 goes to the limit of what we’ve seen of corrupt cops in movies, and with a near-perfect cast: Casey Affleck, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Anthony Mackie, and Aaron Paul. In other words, it’s another button pushing, balls-to-the-wall John Hillcoat movie.

The first 10 minutes of Momentum features a ludicrously awful bank heist. The thieves are dressed all in black with motorcycle helmets, and their jumpsuits have what look like computerized, pulsating reflector tape. They all speak through voice distorters, presumably to skirt identity, but in actuality they sound like Cylons from the old Battlestar Galactica. […]

There’s a sequence in the narco thriller Sicario where we’re just watching characters driving. More specifically, it’s protagonist Kate (Emily Blunt) in a big black SUV in the midst of other big black SUVs and Mexican police patrol cars barreling through Juarez, Mexico. They’re transporting a criminal kingpin who’s part of a Mexican drug cartel. […]