Reviews

It’s like the National covering Coldplay, or a motivational speaker with her eyes closed.

Words can only sell it so much; there's an odd feeling here that cuts right to a world that gets in the way of love in its purest form.

If you’re out on something that can be described as “Saved by the Bell: The Reboot: The Movie: The Nightmare,” that’s fine. It’s also your loss.

Shares its main character’s instability until it falls apart completely, failing to mix broad attempts at humor with startling violence.

It’s not called “Red Notice (Taylor’s Version),” all descriptive and emotional and important. There’s a place for that (on “Red [Taylor’s Version]”). This is not that place. “Red Notice” needs few words: Action good. Lines funny. Movie fun enough.

It might be a stretch to call the film “The Player” for the Me Too era, but you could make a case.

Should win an award for crushing its casting process.

Like “You” was loaded into a computer program that froze but forced us to watch the glitchy result anyway.

There is a point in “Beckett” where you really expect there to be a three-armed man.

Just because this common American song remains relevant doesn’t mean it doesn’t need some new lyrics.