2018’s holiday haul included a sweet Spidey spin-off, a great non-Rocky sequel, and a Bay-free bot-flick.
Barry Jenkins uses James Baldwin’s classic novel to create one of the best films of 2018.
Angie Thomas’ best-selling novel becomes a hypocritical melodrama that exploits BlackLivesMatter.
Shane Black making a new ‘Predator’ film SHOULD be amazing, but it settles for being (barely) above average.
Fine performances and believable visuals elevate a by-the-numbers thriller.
If White privilege and MAGA hats were movies, this would be their BIRTH OF A NATION.
Black Panther isn’t “a hero who happens to be Black”. Rather, Black identity is central and crucial to the story of his fantastic first MCU solo film.
Fuck this movie. This is misogynist hypocrisy at its worst. Seriously, fuck this movie.
Trying to stuff an epic tale into a relatively short film keeps this animated adventure from truly taking off.
Sorry, Frank – it was NOT “a very good year”.
Still, there were bright spots to be found.