Michael Atkinson

It’s more difficult than it’s ever been to get a film distributed and into actual brick-and-mortar movie theaters, but here comes Alexandre O. Philippe’s rumina...

I am one of the many billions of world citizens who had no idea who Bert Kreischer is, and after seeing The Machine, a wide-release, sub-Nic-Cagean riff on his ...

A movie constructed to be its own spoiler, Robert Rodriguez’s new potboiler, Hypnotic, may be the only film ever made to frame itself as perfectly awful Hollywo...

The thing about exorcism movies, like the new drooling nonsense The Pope’s Exorcist, is that they’re so, well, Catholic. As Pauline Kael noticed back in...

Kelly Reichardt has carved out a heroic corner for herself, as a quiet warrior-queen of true American indie cinema, in film after film, from Old Joy (2006) to F...

The latest Little Movie That Could — and it’d be hard to shrink any smaller — Mark Jenkin’s Cornish folk-horror chestnut Enys Men, is something of a miniature m...

It’s certainly a vexing true-life saga: the essentially unsolved crime career of the Boston Strangler, from 1962 to 1964, in which 13 women were killed and for ...

Something of an afterthought resume item for everyone involved, the new matinee programmer 65 actually stirs a weathered moviegoer’s heart: It’s short (...

I don’t remember anyone, anyone at all, pining for more James Cameron in their lives, smacking us in the face with his rampant ego-club and splooging tech jam a...

The M. Night Shyamalan brand has always been a little wobbly — a typical MNS movie launches out of the gate with an expertly torqued genre set-up, pit stops for...