Author: jose

Sorrentino and cinematographer Daria D’Antonio color coordinate each and every frame to a fare-thee-well.

It’s a profoundly Catholic work.

A unique take on grief, containing insight into projection and transference.

Magic happens.

What’s funny in the writers’ room does not always work on screen.

An Amblin/Spielberg-esque horror-adventure that’s thoughtful and smart enough to warrant your attention.

A film that is not destined to become a holiday rewatch. 

The film belongs to Chalamet, who fully captures the kind of guy who thinks confidence is currency.

In the end, the film has a tried-and-true message about the need to stop working overtime to make a few bucks, slow down and appreciate what you have.

Doesn’t have nearly enough action, monster-related or otherwise, to justify its existence.