Die-hard fans who’ve stuck with the Mael brothers through every incarnation and subsequent commercial failure will eat this all up, but less dedicated fans may find their interest waning.

Yet another documentary where affection for the subject hopes to hide genuine shortcomings.

Quietly observed, Eytan Fox’s gentle drama illuminates the sharp discrepancies in life experience across generations of LGBT people, though its core narrative often feels underdeveloped.

One could create a fully completed checklist of expected developments before viewing and not have to make any adjustments afterward.

Holler a tough drama about modern American poverty that is almost undone by some bizarre creative choices made in its final minutes.

Algar’s performance as an emotionally drained woman who lost a piece of herself long ago is revelatory.

Like a cold can of bodega soda, the film adaptation of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s In the Heights is either instantly pleasing or unbearably cloying. Everything boils down to a matter of taste. If you have a sweet tooth, it’ll go down easy.

Romero warps park-ground familiarity into an unreality bristling with unwelcoming mood.

Incredible BASE jumping footage in a movie otherwise so unremarkable it’s not worth the effort. The best bits are all on YouTube anyway.

It feels less like a film about the devil and more like a film that signed a contract with Satan himself – it's soulless.