The Substance: Youth, aging and Hollywood
Horror films are not, generally speaking, the first place one typically expects to find “substantive” artistic, social or psychological material.
Horror films are not, generally speaking, the first place one typically expects to find “substantive” artistic, social or psychological material.
The film is totally uninterested in the social issues bound up with so-called “natural” disasters.
Jane Schoenbrun’s film is an enigmatic, at times disturbing portrait of a socially alienated youth.
Jeff Nichols’ latest film is an amorphous, consciously romanticized portrait of a 1960s motorcycle club.
Adapting Dahl’s work seems to have brought something new out of Anderson. The result, while not earth-shaking, is at times quite moving and fascinating.
The personal and professional difficulties of musical theater composer Jonathan Larson, who struggled to make a name for himself throughout the 1980s and 1990s before achieving major success with the 1996 musical Rent.
The latest entry in the comic book film franchise is grim, murky and pointless.
The company announced that it intends to use salaried staff and “third-party resources” to restart production at four cereal factories in the United States.
Michael Sarnoski’s and Nicolas Cage’s film could be likened to a meal that is pleasant, but not exactly filling.
The film is competent, sensitive, well-intentioned. Why is it so unsatisfying?
For better or worse, the game is representative of the more “serious” artistic efforts in video gaming.
Strong performances and thrilling music power this engaging adaptation of August Wilson’s 1984 play.
The film, based on J.D. Vance’s 2016 memoir, is a bland and conformist work that ignores the sources of the social problems it portrays.
The world is not shaped by the hidden machinations of elites, but by social development, the development of the class struggle.
The production, a “radio play” adaptation of Sinclair Lewis’s 1935 novel, depicts the US’s descent into dictatorship after the election of a demagogue.
The show is a ridiculous, bloody spectacle of mayhem and murder, with a hefty dose of feminism for good measure.
A suburban father’s life is upended when a stranger reveals a devastating secret.
Far from honoring his memory, the media’s over-the-top eulogizing demeans the actor’s work and serves reactionary political ends.
The film attempts to treat a number of critical social issues, but falls short of making much sense of them.
Ari Aster’s newest film is a carnival of grotesqueries surrounding a limp relationship drama.