Saint Clare’s split personality is apparent from the start.
The series gets Dexter back in action and gleefully leans into the pulpier side of his tale.
R.T. Thorne’s film continually finds clever ways to subvert familiar story beats.
The series feels like a cop show from an older, more conservative era of television.
The film leads to an outcome that’s both violently chaotic and tragically predictable.
The show’s overwhelming nice-ness is both its biggest strength and handicap.
Radhika Apte’s performance is the furious, beating heart of the film.
Eli Craig’s film works precisely because it plays things straight.
The film is half a typically broad Paul Feig comedy, half imitation Gone Girl.
The series largely coasts on its breezy vibes, but it’s tinged with melancholy.
The film is far from original, but it successfully translates game logic to the big screen.
The strength of Michael Angarano’s film is that it knows how to keep things moving.
The series simply makes us sit with the awful uncertainty of it all.
The series is darkly funny, deeply sweet, and bracingly honest.
The show’s comedy is at its best when it gets a little dark and more than a little pointed.
This is an immensely likeable film, thanks largely to the chemistry between its two leads.
McVeigh’s ominous atmosphere is omnipresent, clinging to Timothy like a dog to a bone.
The mix of superhero story and legal drama remains a winning formula.
In a work as emotionally devastating as this, the performances are everything.
Visually, the film conjures the same sense of dreamy disorientation of Coralie Fargeat’s work.