“The Edge of Seventeen” is a strong successor to John Hughes’ legacy with its mix of biting humor and bittersweet heart. But writer-director Kelly Fremon Craig also dares to go to places that are darker and truer in her feature filmmaking debut. Hailee Steinfeld is just radiant as a high school junior whose hormones and immaturity won’t allow her to enjoy being the smartest person in the room. If you were a teenager in the ’80s — or the parent of a teenager now – you’ll love this. My rave, at RogerEbert.com.
The book wasn’t great. It was solid trash — a juicy page turner. The movie version isn’t even that. It’s a surprisingly flat and suspense-free tale of pretty people in peril. Emily Blunt gives it her all, though, as the title character: a damaged woman on a misguided quest for redemption. My RogerEbert.com review.
It’s essentially “Groundhog Day” meets “X-Men.” But really, Tim Burton’s latest fantasy adventure is much more complicated than that, with a dense mythology and overly explanatory dialogue that may leave you wondering what you’d just seen. The costumes are gorgeous, though. My RogerEbert.com review.
“Storks” is shockingly good — way better than it looks. It’s got a zippy, zany streak filled with absurdist asides reminiscent of “Looney Tunes” cartoons. But it also sneaks up on you with genuine emotion by the end. Just don’t look for real-world logic here — and enjoy those awkward conversations with your kids about where babies come from during the car ride home. My RogerEbert.com review.
“Dancer” is an intimate, riveting documentary about Ukrainian ballet superstar Sergei Polunin, the media-hyped “bad boy” who reached the heights of success at an astonishingly young age, only to walk away from it all at 25. Director Steven Cantor explores the paradox of having it all and still not feeling satisfied. My RogerEbert.com review.