James Watkins’ chilling spook show isn’t even remotely interested in reinventing the ghost story. There’s nothing in it you haven’t seen before, but its old-school scares are executed so perfectly that it feels fresh again.

Albert Nobbs knows what he’s about. He is always perfectly groomed, eminently capable, and scrupulously unobtrusive. In short, he is the perfect manservant, except that he’s not a man.

Are we ready yet to be grown up at the movies?

Consider me disillusioned. All these years, I’ve thought being a spy would be awesome—all globe-trotting and fancy cars and nifty gadgets. As it turns out, spies aren’t sexy at all. They’re sad, they cry a lot, and they mostly just ...

At this point, it’s hard to write about the dreaded American remake of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo without sounding like an apologist. The movie has only grossed around $60 million so far—a respectable sum, but not nearly enough ...

Our critics round up the best movies of 2011.

I have a soft spot for the sort of top-shelf kicks typified by Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol, which will inevitably be known years from now, as you hunt it down on Netflix, as “the Dubai one.”

If you’re of a certain inclination, The Sitter entertaining enough to earn a cautious—and very specifically qualified—recommendation.

Another Alexander Payne movie, another befuddled male protagonist.

After more than 40 years at the forefront of American film, it had to happen sooner or later: Martin Scorsese has gone and given himself over to whimsy.

As a whole, The Skin I Live In is too inventive and well-made to dismiss outright, and much too flawed to admire.

Having crafted perhaps the finest American film drama to emerge in years out of the husk of a straight-to-video premise, Nichols builds to a climax that offers both a big suspense set piece and an emotionally satisfying ending to the ...

It’s fair to describe Go to White Castle and Escape From Guantanamo Bay as minor even by stoner-movie standards, but they’re also as sweet-natured as anything else happening in film comedy. The same can be said for A Very Harold ...

The Rum Diary is hobbled by the idea that its bits and pieces should add up to a story rather than just a sunny, druggy travelogue of Thompson’s time living, writing, and drinking in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

If you like your monsters bare-chested and angsty, you’re in luck—Hollywood has defanged the vampire, neutered the werewolf, and served both up on a whiny silver platter. Those of us who would rather our monsters be, well, monstrous can have ...