It’s hard to feel freely when you are constantly and loudly reminded by every aspect of the movie that you are supposed to feel things.

This is a substantial and promising debut that could propel Hasan to either homegrown or international importance.

A reminder of what movies can do when they loosen the restraints of traditional narrative and remember that images are meant to evoke as much as they are to explain.

A quietly devastating ode to the power of self-discovery.

Despite the warmth that runs throughout much of “Calle Málaga,” there’s also an anxious undercurrent.

“Dracula” gets by on the power of Besson and Landry’s conviction. 

Not a film that provides something to root for or against.

Even the strongest visuals are in service of a story that gets further and further away from what worked about the original, and it can’t find a strong enough new identity in these smoky woods.

A machine to kill vague people, “Whistle” never delivers on its frightful promise.