The best one can say about this is that Bryan Cranston is not especially uptight and James Franco is not especially aggravating.
In 1986, a 5-year-old Indian boy named Saroo fell asleep on a decommissioned railway car and found himself 1,000 miles from home.
As both director and star, Washington has delivered a movie that feels entirely stage-bound.
The cast members probably deserve some kind of special Oscar for their straight-faced delivery of such ludicrous dialogue.
Rather than depicting her entire life, the movie focuses on the immediate aftermath of her greatest trauma.
A big-budget original sci-fi movie that grappled with serious ethical concerns while also looking fantastic would have been an impressive achievement.
The movie is only interested in filling seats, not in any kind of artistry.
From a convoluted and somewhat insulting premise come a bunch of sappy greeting-card sentiments.
Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling play aspiring LA artists—she’s an actress; he’s a jazz pianist.
Barack Obama’s presidency isn’t even over yet, and already he’s been the subject of two biopics.
If Lucasfilm is looking for Star Wars stories, they could do worse than these.
The elements often come together in delightfully entertaining ways and the individual character dynamics are exciting and often unexpected.