Critickal Notices

Would’ve happily watched 90 minutes of Adrien Brody stuck in a wrecked car with a corpse and a hallucinated dog. Instead, we get a memory plot.

Greyhound prays with its head down—never pious, but steady. A war film that honors the cost without indulging in spectacle.

A late-breaking attempt at emotional weight arrives just in time to make you reevaluate all your streaming choices.