Review: The Art of Flight

This Red Bull-produced documentary primarily functions as a promo reel for its star athletes and as a demo reel for its glasses-required special effect.

Review: Citadel

In Aneurin Barnard’s countenance, it ably locates fear as a consuming, internal plague from which escape, if possible, is arduous and painful.

Review: Smiley

The film is a half-cocked horror fiasco filled with clichés, pitiful dialogue, and clumsy aesthetics.

Review: Frankenweenie

Frankenstein merely reconfirms the impression that Tim Burton is now coasting on the ghoulish scary-funny style that’s become his trademark.

Review: Dredd

Assuming a gruesome grimness far removed from Judge Dredd, Travis’s film takes a bleak RoboCop-ish approach to its source material.

Review: The Words

The film folds narratives on top of narratives in a vain attempt to mask the fact that there’s nothing to read between its graceless lines.

Review: Little Birds

Juno Temple’s Lily is a damaged creature trying to fly in Little Birds, a film of precious, romanticized misery and squalor.

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