Stephen Lang

A film that stands the best chance of winning the hearts and minds of those who now embrace the gay 'recovery' movement.

Worth seeing—and, yes, in a theater—for its legitimate "wow factor"...a visually intriguing diversion and instant movie history.

Gettysburg wins the day by giving a detailed account of the three-day battle (for the first time in a feature film), shot on the actual locations where the events took place.

Succumbs to turgidity. And...intentionally or not...conveys the impression that the film uncritically celebrates the Confederacy.

Momoa, also a model, proves that he's more of a poser than an actor: he's a cocked eyebrow, a squinty tic, and an assortment of bulges in search of a performance.

Once Don’t Breathe detonates its big twist...some audience members will feel the film stops being fun while others will feel the fun has started in earnest.

A contrived but effective parable of the American West, its painful legacy, and small measures of redemption...But our focus frustratingly remains on the white people and Blocker’s struggle to reach empathy...