MARTY SUPREME: When Mastery Becomes Formula
Josh Safdie’s first solo outing delivers the familiar Safdie rush, but two weeks later I’m wondering if I’ve seen this serve too many times; a good film that makes Uncut Gems look tight by comparison.
Josh Safdie’s first solo outing delivers the familiar Safdie rush, but two weeks later I’m wondering if I’ve seen this serve too many times; a good film that makes Uncut Gems look tight by comparison.
I went into Hamnet cold, aware from the awards-circuit rumors that I could expect a lot of crying, but knowing little else. When I showed up for a screening at the Toronto International Film Festival at 8 in the morning, surrounded by exhausted festival-goers who were running on caffeine fumes and a steady diet of 5 films a day, I half expected I’d struggle to stay awake.
Will Arnett delivers an excellent worn-down performance in some of the rawest, most thrilling minutes I’ve seen this year—before the film topples its own belief in the story
Jeremy Allen White disappears into Springsteen with a performance that transcends impersonation, even if the film around him can’t quite find its rhythm.
An absorbing, richly Gothic portrayal of one of literature’s great tragedies, beaten and bloodied by del Toro’s lapse into familiar territory.
Panahi delivers festival gold with this gripping thriller that transforms a simple car accident into a moral reckoning about revenge versus grace.
Exit 8 traps viewers in the same repetitive Tokyo subway loop as its protagonist, turning a video game speedrun concept into tedious pro-life propaganda with terrible CGI.
A father and son search Moroccan raves for their missing daughter/sister in Laxe’s Sirat, following a found family of desert wanderers in what becomes a desolate, biblical thriller.
Trier’s latest is a tender but uneven exploration of artistic ambition versus family bonds.
Film festivals are an unpredictable, choose-your-own adventure journey; the Toronto International Film Festival’s 2025 lineup includes 291 unique titles to choose from. Which is to say that no two people will have the same journey.
Slice-of-life with a dash of sci-fi is basically film catnip for me, so when perusing the hundreds of films on offer at the Toronto Film Festival 2025, I was immediately drawn to the description of Rose of Nevada.
Zach Cregger’s Weapons elevates a simple missing children premise into the year’s best horror film through masterful ensemble storytelling and world-building that rivals Stephen King at his peak.
In a cinematic landscape increasingly dominated by big-budget algorithm-driven content, The Naked Gun (2025) arrives as both throwback and revelation—a clever spoof that understands the sacred geometry of the perfect gag while expanding its scope beyond police procedurals.
This Marvel outing commits the cardinal sin of being not only predictable but, even worse, boring.
Aster’s latest marks a nice bounce-back