By: Sherri Wasserman

You can’t ever really escape New York, not if you truly love it.

By: Mark Kingwell

A heady mixture of adventure and absolute tosh.

By: Tom Nealon

It’s Rabelais, but with Eastwood as Gargantua, and an orangutan as Pantugruel.

By: Heather Kapplow

He falls down and he gets up. Falls down, gets up.

By: Jonathan Lethem

A film about obsessiveness, STRAIGHT TIME breeds it.

By: Peter Doyle

Expect zero in the way of male heroics.

By: Mandy Keifetz

You could laugh your head off at the ultra-violence.

By: Adam McGovern

“Made not to adrenalize but mesmerize.”

By: Devin McKinney

Unrelenting in its push, unsparing with its decibels.

By: Lisa Jane Persky

A matchless validation of the concept of karmic comeuppance.

By: Joshua Glenn

“He’s lost, unpredictable, perhaps even sentimental.”

By: Lucy Sante

The blimp is unnerving.

By: Mimi Lipson

No one knows the reason for the convoy, really.

By: Erik Davis

An empty signifier of the emptiness of signifiers.

By: Madeline Ashby

Deckard’s one act of rebellion is to lean into his tenderness.