Fernanda Torres is the doggedly beating heart of grace under pressure.

Marianne Jean-Baptiste’s performance is so phenomenally horrible it hurts to watch.

In an inhuman hotbed of paranoia and dread, everyone is potentially capable of anything.

Pamela Anderson could have pulled this performance from her heart.

The weight of Maria Callas’s sadness is the base note of director Pablo Larrain’s baroque Parisian settings.

The risks of a radical arc are what the dips and twirls of this tumultuous creation are really all about.

Low acts in high places are the order of the day in a cerebral thriller of biblical proportions.

Jesse Eisenberg’s sophomore film-making feature is a paradoxically wacky heartbreaker.

With the grit of her hard-won sparkle, Mikey Madison’s Ani eclipses everybody in her path.

The power of this interior journey lies in the light and shade of its twin performances.