Film Reviews

I, Tonya: Image Culture on Ice

Perfect performances support an underachieving recreation.

A pile of discarded Halloween costumes dolled up by millions but still boring to watch.

Tarantino uses a short film-style to forgive history. He reinvents the best in both (and some of the worst).

Chaotic elements curdle in Altman’s serious silly world. There are worse films but few larger failures.

The figure is troubled; the movie is precise. It’s a tribute to patter more than to a man.

No shortage of mechanical beauty and a heart full of intent. This doesn’t stop it from being loud.

A well-meaning take on worse movies. It’s pretty but it’s not brave.

The 22-film climax delivers on fireworks but passes up its themes. Here’s my full analysis.

A queazy exploration of love that doubles as genre comfort. Don’t expect more.

A new direction doesn’t kill the magic. The complete lack of creative energy does.