The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep
“Witcher” diehards might well make do with “Sirens” as a consolation prize. But it does feel like settling for less.
“Witcher” diehards might well make do with “Sirens” as a consolation prize. But it does feel like settling for less.
It’s always disappointing when a film has an interesting premise, but its execution fails to live up to the ideas it puts forth.
“La Dolce Villa” is about as authentic an Italian experience as a night at the Olive Garden.
This movie is anything but brave. It is the most feckless, spineless blockbuster of the last decade.
This film is the essence of what makes Burnett’s hold on the American mythos peerless and exceptional.
For all its ferocious focus, this is a relatively quiet movie that embraces its smallness.
If you’re someone who treasures the music of Led Zeppelin more than you’re interested in the legend—or the gossip, or the dirt, or whatever you want to call it—of Led Zeppelin, this movie is absolutely for you.
There’s a special kind of pleasure in watching a small movie by barely-known actors and filmmakers and realizing a few minutes in that you’re seeing the kind of film that launches multiple (hopefully long) careers.