Justin McConnell is a filmmaker who uses tension marvellously, usually either channeled through shadowy environments or visceral fears. In his latest film Broken Mile, he breaks personal ground by using time to intensely disorient his audience.
The Babymoon is still admirable for its efforts despite its imperfections. The premise is also surprisingly layered – another element that earns our respect. When the movie slacks on convincing dialogue or it loses subtlety in the performances, writer/director Bailey Kobe isn’t afraid to send his audience into a feverous tailspin, making us wonder in amusement how our jilted characters wound up on this crazy adventure in the first place.
It’s pointless to review Solace. How do you sum up a crime drama that you’ve reviewed so many times before? What else can you say about the lack of ambition in Anthony Hopkins’ recent roles? I’m at a loss with Solace, a new whodunit from director Afonso Poyart starring Hopkins as a psychic who assists two FBI agents (Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Abbie Cornish) track down a serial killer. Imagine a very serious reenactment of that Saturday Night…
It’s normal for an audience to be distracted by the picturesque Alaskan landscape in Sugar Mountain or the tunes sang by Blackwater Railroad Company. After all, filmmaker Richard Gray uses these pleasant qualities to soften up his highly unlikable movie.
Solid pacing and a talented cast make up for a struggling script in Miss Sloane, director John Madden’s political thriller that has been generating Oscar buzz in recent weeks.
Doug Martin (Nick Jonas) is sidetracked by an alluring neighbour, Lena (Isabel Lucas), during a summertime escape. Her husband (Dermot Mulroney) is too unpredictable for comfort, which leads Lena to warm up next to her unassuming and equally randy neighbour. The pair go to great lengths to protect their affair, even if that means resorting to crime.
Green Room is unappealing – that’s a compliment. Dishevelled characters, dingy lighting, seedy locations, and punk tunes that sound like they’ve been chewed up and spit out contribute to the stress within this thriller.
Dinesh D’Souza could’ve been a decent documentarian, but that potential has been critically harmed by Hillary’s America: The Secret History of the Democratic Party. Judging by this drastic misfire, I’m thinking that maybe the filmmaker’s next project should be a popcorn political thriller loosely inspired by his own far-right, abrasive political opinions.
As someone who has known Uwe Boll for his frantic filmography of sloppy video game adaptations, his mediocre and too dramatic action/thriller Rampage: President Down is actually a breath of fresh air.
