While not the length or quite the quality of the previous films, there’s some joy to be had.

The live-action film produces a bump in the visual continuity, in the way an old vinyl record might skip a beat.

It grips viewers in a taut war thriller.

Racism, after all, comes about through personal ignorance and blindness, sometimes trickling into America’s most esteemed and storied institutions.

The truncated movie season got me to ask, which among those already out was the most technically polished Catholic film of the year?

I feared that the other interpretation of Emma. with a ‘full stop’ would be some revisionist, feminist characterization of the central character.

The real joy of a fake priest.

Consecutive scenes mark how immediately some life moments recount the past.

Jojo’s inner thoughts that dominate the novel are manifested as imaginary friend Hitler. A bold choice, and it works.

It moves at an appropriate snails’ pace. I mean that as a compliment for Mr. Rogers and the persons he encounters deserve full attention.

Both swarthy Italians and fair-skinned Irish eventually face the same God.

We’re left with utterances of what the filmmakers wish the popes would say.

Malick reveals a saint for our time, and for all time.

Clint Eastwood Plays It Straight With a Story of Injustice