Leigh Monson

Credit to the clearly talented parties who tried to build art upon an artless foundation, but it's a depressing waste of those talents.

Whether this meal is suited to your palate is something only you can decide, but it’s hard to argue that it isn’t a well-crafted dish.

“Y’all wanna hear a story about why me& this bitch here fell out? It’s kind of long but full of suspense.”

There just isn’t enough here to recommend 'Infinite' as more than background noise for a lazy afternoon.

For all the effort on display from an expanded budget, there just isn’t enough indication of what that effort is ultimately for.

It’s hard to watch 'Dream Horse' and not wonder if we’ve run out of interesting ways to tell an underdog sports narrative.

Guy Ritchie’s trademark boyish braggadocio seems to have finally caught up with the realities of aging out of being a kid with something to prove.

'Limbo' is still a satisfying diversion in spite of its limitations.

'Shadow and Bone' is trying to show way too much in too little time, leaving its best intentions emotionally stunted and inert.

Neil Burger's spacefaring meditation on human nature is good! But there's a caveat.

'The Courier' is an entertaining film for how it pulls together a compelling tale of camaraderie from the auspices of a spy thriller.

'Cherry's disparate inspirations never congeal into a satisfying whole.

'Cosmic Sin' doesn’t have a worthwhile story to tell, but even if it did, it just doesn’t have the spectacle to back it up.

'Chaos Walking' makes for a pleasant surprise in the wake of years of cynicism about its chances of success.

The best parts have been held hostage by a confused amalgam of mediocrity and brand management.

'Keep An Eye Out' is a curiosity that requires little time investment and has the potential to create new Quentin Dupieux fans.

'Dreamcatcher' is a solid attempt to introduce a new sound to the world of horror, but the track ends up coming out as overproduced noise.

'The Father' handily demonstrates that, should any one of us lose ourselves to dementia, we can become the time-ravaged shells of our former personalities

'My Zoe' is such a confused mess of pretension and anticlimax that it’s hard to recommend as anything but a showcase of wasted potential.

'The Violent Heart' is more theoretically interesting than romantic or thrilling.

'Body Brokers' is easy to intellectually decipher but too inept to provoke its desired emotional responses.