In Ridley Scott’s followup to the divisive 2012 “Prometheus,” a prequel to the much-lauded “Alien,” he attempts merging the two films’ polarizing sensibilities with awkward results, making for an experience that’s restlessly soulless, predictable and frustratingly dumb.
Emotionally vast, enriching structurally and hell-bent on being a feast for the eyes, “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2” is a joyful ode to the simplest, most emotive ingredients of cinema.
The 15th annual incarnation of the Independent Film Festival Boston, running Wednesday through May 3, offers another embarrassment of riches – an eclectic assortment of short-film packages and a vast selection of documentaries and narrative flicks.
“The Lost City of Z,” admirable in so many ways, never delves into the darkness of explorer Percy Fawcett’s soul; equally as unsatisfactory, it fails to conjecture about his fate.
Delicately woven, warmly portrayed and capturing the balmy and refreshed atmosphere that follows a summer rain, Hirokazu Koreeda’s “After the Storm” is a quiet masterpiece.
Put a pretty girl in some Lycra and, poof, you got a movie, right? Well, yes and no. Scarlett Johansson and the setting look fetching, but an inert script and robotic acting makes “Ghost in the Shell” a property Hollywood should have left as a 1995 animated feature.
If this entire film about an attractive, six-member International Space Station crew finding life on Mars had resembled the last five electrifying minutes, perhaps we would’ve had an entirely different film on our hands.
Part gonzo romp, part sad social satire, the first chapter in this stylish tale followed the vein-piercing antics of four Edinburgh junkies. Two decades later, we’re giving the middle-aged blokes a shot at redemption before they head off to the nursing home.
If you’re up on your festival buzz, you’ve likely heard about the swarm of ambulances called into the Toronto International Film Festival to extract viewers of the film “Raw” because they had passed out from the gore.
Superficial in its aesthetic but thematically soulful, Olivier Assayas’ “Personal Shopper” is enigmatic – just like its star, Kristen Stewart – but audience members willing to embrace it are in for something special.