At its heart, Kong: Skull Island is nothing more than a good, old-fashioned monster movie
Watching the French Canadian film Heartbeats I was struck by just how narrow the representation of human romantic and sexual relations seems to have become on the mainstream.
When is a memoir not a memoir? When is a documentary not a documentary? My Winnipeg — the answer to both those questions — is a strange experience.
It's so often the films you don't expect to blow you away that do precisely that. Take XXY.
Ooh la la! C’est un film about 15-year-old French lesbians! C’est choquer! Unfortunately, c’est also the most blank, slow, ambiguous and self-consciously “artsy” flick of the year.
Every once in a while, amid the dross that reviewers have to sit through, comes a movie that hits like a sucker punch to the gut and haunts you long...