In Review: 'House of Gucci,' 'King Richard'
Houses Gucci and Williams get the Hollywood biopic treatment, which means authenticity is as rarefied as a tennis Grand Slam.
Houses Gucci and Williams get the Hollywood biopic treatment, which means authenticity is as rarefied as a tennis Grand Slam.
In this week's reviews, Jane Campion evokes the tortured masculinity of 'The Piano,' Mike Mills hits the road, and Jason Reitman returns to his father's wheezing franchise.
After an eight-year absence, the series returns with a Cormac McCarthy-scripted crime thriller that philosophizes endlessly (and beautifully).
Netflix giveth and taketh away this week with Rebecca Hall's subtle B&W racial drama and a $200 million waste of time. And Kenneth Branagh would like his Oscar, please.
The director of 'The Good, The Bad, The Weird' and 'I Saw the Devil' moves his act to television, with some of the edges sanded down.
In this week's reviews, the most beautiful MCU is also the worst, Pablo Larraín gives Princess Diana the 'Jackie' treatment, and robots and agents run on faulty programming.