Sam Watermeier reflects on Michael Mann's return to the L.A. crime beat.
A bad serial killer thriller tearing at your brain again.
Mitch Ringenberg spends more time pondering this universally-maligned sequel than perhaps anyone has before.
A grimy thriller that transcends its exploitation roots.
A refreshing spin on film noir tropes.
Dumbly humdrum but mercifully brief sci-fi noir.
Like watching someone get a "Born to Lose" chest tattoo.
Aaron Sorkin's latest lexicon luxuriance is supremely entertaining.
It’s like watching "Men in Black" morph into "Requiem for a Dream."
A potboiler that ends with little more than a tepid simmer.