In this wretched body horror flick, Coralie Fargeat has neither style nor substance.

The movie adaptation is incredibly flawed, but it's highs defy our critical gravity.

Alex Garland's latest flick is a technical marvel let down by his signature weak writing.

It's the Oscars! Ya know, the... better one...

1967's Best Picture Winner isn't what it believes, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have something to offer.