The harshness of Ann Weisgarber’s frontier setting is matched in the fierce spirit of this historical novel’s central protagonist. A truly decent book of Mormon.
Green Book wasn’t the best film I saw that week, let alone the entire calendar year. But the thing is, I don’t vote for the Oscars. It’s not really any of my business.
‘Zebra’ is a collection of feelings, and narrative, linked by an obvious truth: Debra Adelaide is a deft author worthy of our national acclaim.
In the age of sequels, you have to ask – do we really need a Mary Poppins sequel? The answer is yes. All the way yes.
‘Vice’ works as a grand plinth to Christian Bale’s resolve, but it doesn’t work as a movie.
“Can you ever forgive me” is a perfect outing for those who enjoy clever writing brought to life by two actors at the peak of their powers. Go see it.
Looking for something meaty on Netflix to devour? Sample the insanity of ‘The Kominsky Method’.
Tombland is a bold concept crippled by its subject matter. That being said, if history is your thing, wade into the mire, my love.
Netflix’s Bodyguard wonderfully intersperses the British worlds of politeness and extreme violence in a manner that skirts the boundaries of genius.
Daniel Mason transports us back to the time where the world came under the heel of war. Detailed romance backdropped by universal ugliness is difficult to pull off, but Mason nails it.
With Spacey gone and a woman at the helm, Netflix had an opportunity to build something towering in the age of #MeToo. They blew it.
Yes, we’ve seen it before, but the Lady Gaga/Bradley Cooper reboot of ‘A Star is Born’ is strangely fresh.
Paul McCartney’s first album in five years is eclectic, eccentric and has moments of classic weaved throughout. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ryan Gosling and Damien Chazelle’s chronicling of the moon landing is a serious, detailed homage to vanishing American exceptionalism.
The trope of the regional Australian town has been done to death. Rosalie Ham’s “The Year of Farmer” stands well above the malaise.
Peter Cook and John Belushi were two comics cut from the same cloth, dosed in booze, stuck in the top of a bottle and lit afire.
Bart Layton’s first feature is a combination between heist movie and documentary, giving a real edge to a tired genre.
George Christie’s version of his life as charter president of the Hells Angels is as verbally grandiose as it is proudly grim. Consider it a literary chain across one’s face.
Don’t be fooled by the cover, Megan Abbott’s book is a true powerhouse, flitting between two vivid timelines. Go read it.
The sixth Mission Impossible adventure is much more than an advertisement for Tom Cruise’s cardio program, it’s a white-knuckle ride with a knowing smirk on its face.
Lynne Vincent McCarthy’s stunning debut novel is a grating example of a character gone awry. It’s terror visited under glass, and well worth an examination.
Father John Misty is an island upon himself. In his latest effort, he’s moved away from the politicism of his earlier work, to a more universal flow: The h.opelessness of one’s heart.