Zac Efron vehicle tries (and fails) to be the Saturday Night Fever of EDM.
Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbach are at it again.
A sexual coming of age story about a (gasp!) teenage girl.
Revel in this front row seat to the political debates that changed television history.
You'll enjoy this stylish, if superficial, period spy thriller.
Biopic about the rise and fall of N.W.A. makes for riveting—and sadly relevant—entertainment.
Jason Segel gives a towering performance as the brilliant, tortured novelist David Foster Wallace.
Meryl Streep as a tattooed rocker in a dive bar? Why not?
Tom Cruise is just the man for the job (again) in the latest, high-flying installment of the Mission Impossible franchise.
The would be romance is bogus, but Nat Wolff is a star.
Antoine Fuqua's sentimental boxing film is corny, derivative—and satisfying.
Amy Schumer flips the script on rom-com cliches.
It's Paul Rudd's time to join the Marvel Universe. Whatever.
Heartbreaking documentary on Amy Winehouse plays like a horror film where the monster is fame.
Funny and sly comedy about life as a "geek" in the 'hood.
Bigger isn't better in this pandering sequel.
Independent film's answer to The Fault in Our Stars is clever but insincere.
A boy, his dog . . . and a really lame script.
Pixar meets Freud in this breathtakingly inventive comedy.
A penetrating look at the genius and personal demons of The Beach Boys' Brian Wilson.
The gender stereotypes are dinosaurs, too.
Just call her McCarthy. Melissa McCarthy.
The boys are back. They should've stayed away.
In this case, Aloha definitely means goodbye.
Even silly disaster films need a little perspective.
A happy pill in cinematic form.
Family friendly sci-fi starts out magical, gets bogged down by a moralizing and uninspired third act.
Some thoughts on the Mad Men finale.
Director George Miller proves that he's still got it with this gnarly and exuberant reboot.
Liked the movie? Then you'll like the play. It's nearly an exact replica.
You'll delight in this sensuous adaptation of Thomas Hardy's classic novel.
Second installment of the Marvel juggarnaut still has appeal, but loses a bit of its novelty factor.
Just in the nick of time.
How SNL tried—and failed—to cover the Baltimore protests.
On the pains of looking like Blake Lively for eternity.
Beware of the creepy mad genius making a fembot in the mountains.
Max Weiss is the managing editor of Baltimore and a film and pop culture critic.
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