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Abel Ferrara and your goddamn fever dreams. “Zeros and Ones” is the kind of film that makes you want to call your mother just so someone can tell you …

“War Machine” comes slamming onto the screen with all the subtlety of a jackhammer outside your window at 6 a.m. Here’s a movie that isn’t just unafra…

I don’t know what the hell happened at the Bone Temple, but somewhere between the fevered twitch of “28 Years Later” and this pile-up, I got lost and …

You know, there’s a certain point when you have to stop and ask yourself, why am I still watching Jason Statham movies? Is it some primal need to watc…

Is it too much to ask Jessica Chastain to star in every damn movie? I’m serious. I watch her command "Zero Dark Thirty" with haunted eyes and raw, wru…

Why do we keep dragging dead men back for another round? "The Black Phone 2" answers with all the grace of a ham-fisted séance, a kitchen-table shuffl…

I sat through One Battle After Another, all two-and-a-half-hour slabs of it, with the feeling of hugging a bag of wet laundry through a marathon: it’s…

“Roxanne Roxanne” is one of those Sundance discoveries that floats up onto Netflix with a little fanfare, if you can call a few glowing tweets and an …

Let’s get something out of the way, right at the top there’s a particular kind of cinematic déjà vu that’s almost soothing, like the dull ache of an o…

Here’s the thing nobody wants to admit about The Rip: the entire movie, its plot, its tension, its slick, Lacoste-sweaty bravado, hinges on a primal, …

At the heart of Predator: Badlands is this: they made the Predator the underdog. A weepy, green-blooded alien with daddy issues, a pet blue murder-mon…

Some shows arrive clutching armfuls of accolades and a smile almost as wide as its protagonist’s mustache, but no amount of Emmy gold or critical moon…

How strange and fitting that Michael Bay, the king of saturated explosion, the mogul of metallic clangor and adolescent braggadocio should choose, for…

Ah, “Greenland 2: Migration.” Or as I like to call it, The Road for people who’d rather scroll their phones, a disaster movie whose only real calamity…

Pretty good movie. Probably watched this 100 times.

There are movies that tug you under, not with suspense or terror, but with the blithe, inexorable weight of their own conventions. "You're Killing Me,…

Let’s talk about “Wake Up,” the latest would-be horror satire directed (or, more accurately, jury-rigged) by François Simard, Anouk Whissell, and Yoan…

Soi Cheang’s Twilight of the Warriors: Walled In is a brash, full-throttle collision, Gangs of New York after a few rounds with Kung Fu Hustle. What a…

Coralie Fargeat’s “The Substance” doesn’t so much open as splatter all over you, like the world’s glitziest acid reflux. Within minutes, you’re somewh…

If we’ve learned anything from the last decade of action movies, it’s that the genre survives on reinventions of silence, moody loners, voiceless aven…