by Andrew Lapin
Sean Penn narrates this alarmist documentary, which attempts to link the chemical industry with a number of terrible afflictions, but doesn’t have the evidence to back it up.
The Romanian New Wave goes semi-mainstream with Nae Caranfil’s disappointing English-language film about disillusioned communists who commit a robbery to embarrass the state, then suffer the consequences.
The uneasy aftermath of a clash between two Maori tribes erupts into total war in this New Zealand thriller, which could be mistaken for a 1970s Hong Kong action movie.
The Virgin Suicides meets an arch teen comedy by way of The Crucible in this deliberately over-the-top drama about adolescent girls who drop off social media and form a secretive clique in the woods.
The latest attempt at brainy indie science fiction follows a geneticist who creates an off-the-books clone of himself and tries to train it to assume the duties of his present life.
Susanne Bier’s adaptation of a Ron Rash bestseller rains down misery on its star-crossed lovers, but with no flavor, and to no particular end.
Katherine Heigl plays a vindictive wife to Patrick Wilson’s ineffectual husband in a comedy that’s broad, dark, and not even a little funny.
Back in 2008, David O. Russell abandoned the political screwball comedy Nailed, and it looked like it would never see the light of day. Now this dated, wounded film has been released without his permission or his name.
A shoot-em-up starring a scantily clad Salma Hayek as a gun-toting prostitute has violence aplenty but is short on genuine thrills.
Diana Whitten’s riveting advocacy doc exploring the evolving mission of Women On Waves, an organization whose founder sought to provide safe medical abortions on international waters outside countries where abortions are illegal.
A 197-minute comedy from the director of Humanité and Twentynine Palms? It sounds unlikely and unappealing, but Bruno Dumont’s made-for-TV production is full of dark, funny, disturbing surprises.
It would be nice to stay that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg’s political comedy about an assassination attempt on Kim Jong-Un were worthy of the international incident it caused, but it’s their worst film to date.
Leighton Meester and Gillian Jacobs display a breezy chemistry in a film about a straight woman and her lesbian best friend.
What’s the story behind the numbers people call to get help from strangers? This documentary attempts to find out.
Director Joe Carnahan’s ongoing examination of the awesomeness of alpha-dog masculinity continues with a VOD castoff that goes nowhere fast.
The screen adaptation of Joe Hill’s novel about a miserable murder suspect (Daniel Radcliffe) who grows devil horns misses the metaphor in its rush to lurid, confused comedy.
A sequel to 2012’s alphabet-themed horror anthology repeats the same gimmick, with diminished returns.
The second of this year’s two Elijah Wood-starring Hitchcockian thrillers about a guy being manipulated by a disembodied voice loses resolution as it goes along, then crashes in the third act.
Multiple generations of women come into contact with an evil force around a California property in Nicholas McCarthy’s stylish, ambitious, but ultimately listless exercise in gut-wrenching disquiet.
When tragedy strikes during a border crossing, a Mexican immigrant (Michael Peña) comes into conflict with an Arizona rancher (Ed Harris) in a drama that addresses a complex issue with insights and clichés.