To think… the snow was an accident.

The Zhang Yimou I know, the Zhang of Ju Dou and Raise the Red Lantern, is a stylist. Color is a primary language. Composition is buried in his politics. The red lanterns in front of a closed gate carry more argument than dialogue. I came to To Live expecting that Zhang. He didn’t show.

“Cam” is a snake eating itself. It’s also one of the bravest American horror movies of the last decade and nobody’s allowed to watch it anymore because Netflix decided it didn’t need to be in the library. We shall make of this what we will.

I went into this expecting to be terrified and I came out of it hopeful and that’s the whole twist of the movie, I think.

I have not been this bored by a movie moving this fast in a long time.

“Resurrection” is a film I respect more than I enjoyed, which is a frustrating place to leave an Ellen Burstyn movie.

“Alien: Romulus” remembers that this franchise does not need a dissertation. It needs people trapped in a place where the lights do not reach all the corners.

The anxiety about synthetic actors replacing human ones was not theoretical when Andrew Niccol wrote “S1m0ne.” It was recent, expensive, and documented in the trades. It would appear he did not know it.

“Alien: Covenant” spends 122 minutes apologizing for “Prometheus,” and the apology makes everything worse.

“House of Games” is not badly acted. It is acting from a universe where showing a feeling is how the money leaves the room.