MacKenzie Scott continues to spread out as a songwriter with poise and confidence.
Mike Flanagan turns Stephen King’s impossible-to-adapt novel into a visceral horror movie.
The electro-soul singer-songwriter’s debut is one of the most therapeutic albums of the year.
At a sold-out show on Saturday night, both bands existed comfortably in the shadows.
Wolf Alice is a band in search of itself on its sophomore record.
Emma Stone shines in this affecting, scattered look at the famed 1973 intergender tennis match.
A pair of great performances complement a (mostly) effective story of the Boston Marathon tragedy.
A haunting array of songs that pierce and linger.
“They’re all going to think we agree with the president!”
The Canadian outfit’s latest is ugly yet inspiring, a collision of opposing forces.
Matthew Vaughn’s spy sequel is too long, too self-aware, and way too messy.
The band have rarely sounded so experimental, unencumbered, and mid-tempo.
