Forget the Disney movie. The director of The Virgin Suicides was the perfect pick to make a live-action version of Hans Christen Andersen's disturbing fable about a girl becoming a woman.
It lacks the magic of its predecessor, but the latest outing with Kermit & Co. is a likable ride.
Hang with hobbits, brunch with Bond, and try not to shoot your eye out.
Three new films about identical strangers may reflect the Internet-age anxiety over curating cooler online versions of ourselves.
Veronica Mars, the movie based on the TV series of the same name, is the ultimate high school-reunion fantasy—a nostalgic blast for fans who felt empowered by the young private eye.
The deeply flawed film version of Frank Herbert's novel was universally hated when it premiered 30 years ago, but it still successfully brought much of the classic sci-fi novel to life.
Wes Anderson's latest film is among his daffiest—and also, arguably, his most grown up.
The media may be fetishizing the Oscar winner's look to an uncomfortable extent, but that's a byproduct of the way she deliberately challenges beauty standards.
It's never too early to semi-blindly predict the rest of the year's critical darlings.
Serious, Biblically correct films like Son of God make it easy to forget the Jesus Christ Superstar-style whimsical messiah who once reigned at box offices.
ABC’s live stream of the 86th Academy Awards highlighted the huge gap between internet TV’s promise and its glitchy reality.
The Atlantic's film critic weighs in on the underrated, the overrated, and why viewers can expect a big night for 12 Years a Slave, Dallas Buyers Club, and Gravity.
Girls' first breakout film star is a guy—further evidence that television shows are a more progressive, inclusive, diverse medium than movies are.
Critics have accused the Best Picture contender of being a reckless celebration of excess. It's actually one of the most scathing critiques of Wall Street that Hollywood's ever produced.
Kevin Costner's new shoot-'em-up obsesses over the idea that caring for one's kid and being a manly man are at odds.
Like a lot of films today, the recent update of the 1987 original trades subversive carnage for sanitized violence that asks fewer moral questions.
Rom-coms have always been a healthy outlet for fantasies about other people, and Kiss Me, Stupid, which turns 50 this year, shows why.
The entirely unnecessary remake isn't awful. But it's not good either.
The hit film is another win in Mr. Ron Burgundy/Ricky Bobby/President Business's career of mixing oafish slapstick with surprising political messages.
For all her fame, Hollywood wasn't always kind to the beloved actor. But she thrived, basically meltdown-free, until her death at age 85. Why?