The cap on the Steve Rogers trilogy finds the sweet spot between spectacle and pathos.
An uneven but sometimes entertaining collection of tourist-friendly vignettes.
The Family Fang puts a darker edge on the family dramedy, to mixed results.
Dancing out the rage against drones, global warming, and corruption.
Intentionally over-the-top tunes strive for catharsis and find it.
Christian Berishaj crafts mesmeric songs, yet his lyrics lack the requisite revelatory moments.
Vancouver punks make their boldest statement yet by pulling themselves back.
Michigan quartet lets their contradictions shine, leaving behind any pretense that they were ever simply an emo or pop punk group.
Already a classic in his mind, a more than solid new addition by all accounts.
The exclamation mark on a raw, rumbling era of Ian Bavitz’s life.
A critique of modern media that frequently misses the mark.
A movie that feels less like a movie than a marketing scheme.
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