Malcolm X is as ambitious in scope as any biopic ever made, ranking alongside the likes of Gandhi and Lawrence of Arabia.
Todd Wofford
The High Note hums with real chemistry between the romantic leads and an infectious affection for good music that really put the hook in me.
"Of course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough." -- John Huston as Noah Cross, in Chinatown.
[su_dropcap size="5"]T[/su_dropcap]his serrated barb also applies to institutionalized ignorance. Wherever sexism, racism, homophobia, anti-Semitism are allowed to spread unchecked, they crawl like ivy--bending, twisting, and covering the landscape around them.…
Clarity just sits and rots in full view, a stirring testament to wasted time and carelessness.
[su_dropcap size="5"]A[/su_dropcap]nybody who's seen enough sitcoms will be familiar with a clip show: At some point, when that Golden Girls $$$ starts running dry, they'll have Blanche, Sophia, and Dorothy sit out on the lanai and eat cheesecake. The ladies can reminisce about their amorous escapades, and each memory brings with it a pre-loaded flashback.…
Scoob! ain’t half bad. Actually, I take that back. It’s exactly half bad. The shock is that it’s even half good.
On one hand, this represents a new angle on the Capone legend. Unfortunately, this is also an eccentric, unpleasant film that gets lost telling a story nobody was asking to hear.
Mercy flirts with all these flaws, but the filmmakers thankfully show just enough restraint to let the power of its source material shine through.
This instantly invokes the openings of Alien and The Abyss, two classic movies that only remind us of everything this one lacks.
If Unplanned represented a pig slathered in lipstick, Never Rarely is beautiful in its unadorned frankness.
