Denis Villeneuve’s sequel to Ridley Scott’s 1982 film once again begs compelling existential questions in the language of a sci-fi neo noir.

Successful as long you know that it’s a love story with wonderful onscreen chemistry, not a harrowing tale of survival.

As with the first movie, this sequel exemplifies how spectacularly wrong a comic book adaptation can go.

Darren Aronofsky’s disturbing but compelling allegory of what women give and how little they get in return.

This new adaptation of King’s novel is a hallmark of macabre style, brooding atmosphere, and some really terrific scares.

Neither groundbreaking nor plausible, but has strong performances and the feel-good lift we all occasionally need.

While narratively flawed and often preachy, Bigelow’s look at the 1967 race riots is still a success.

Despite some good points, this non-epic adaptation of Stephen King’s epic series feels rushed and overly condensed.

Though not a very plausible thriller, its message about the power of a mother’s love is compelling.

Luc Besson’s visually stunning space opera is narratively lacking, made worse by bad casting choices.