An epic of intimate proportions. The most personal film of its decade.
As much a study in the intensity of its filmmaker as a story. This movie bares all.
A director matched to a star matched to a subject. None of them want you to accept them, and that’s why you can’t help it.
Undermined by a reliance on jump scares over drama. Not worth the wait.
The sequels changed this movie. Its ego now shows through its history, though its action still satisfies.
A concerted first indie horror effort whose spirit falls short of its intentions. The look outshines the script.
Hitchcock unravels his idea of women. Perhaps the most important romance ever made.
A muscle-man playdate. Ultimate high fantasy cheese.
Revisiting childhood after it’s over can make it more complicated than it should be. Pixar fumbled another one.
A series sendoff turns into an anthem to whining. This was not the way it should have ended.
An ode to dying well. The best workout in all the movies.
A younger cast puts a spring in this series’ step. One of X-Men’s best.
Gorgeous movies aren’t usually this divisive. Aronofsky seems to delight in making us squirm over his art, and over ourselves.
An impressive feat of childhood engineering diluted with cheap horror movie thrills.
Wes Anderson turns our lives into a documentary. He’s found more love in two children than most have found in the rest of us combined.
A simple cop thriller elevated by a feeling. Pacino torments himself for us and it’s mostly wonderful.
An ensemble cluster of action and color anchored by one of the best villains in the genre. The series’ most essential film.
A gutsy portrayal of a well-known story. But the passion has to come from you: the movie has little of its own.
With pure style, Wright re-arms the entire genre against us. Through comedy, we become the living dead.
A cartoon in the spirit of the old epics. The best musical Disney ever made.
The horror here is disquietingly personal. A masterclass in turning style into story.
My favorite of the Disney Star Wars films. It’s rough, I’ll admit, but rugged when it counts.
A movie so scary it’s worthy of study. Eggers is a name to watch.
Not only does the movie walk on air, it never loses sight of the people on the ground. Few movies have been less ashamed to be themselves.
About as bad as a movie of its kind could be. The franchise equivalent of suicide ideation.
A movie made as meticulously as a case file. It will make you as obsessive as its director.
Coppola’s wry, magical opus. Maybe falling in love has never been like this, but you’ll believe that it should be.
A movie where story and performance collide. As unsettling as we always knew Tilda Swinton could be.
A superhero film justly thought of as sloppy, and wrongly ignored for being so spunky and beautiful.
Not a movie for the faint of anything. If you can get through the gross stuff, you might discover a romance.