Noah Baumbach's meandering meditation on stardom finds its footing only in the final stretch, but George Clooney makes every mile worth it.

In Kleber Mendonça Filho's Cannes-winning thriller, Wagner Moura delivers the most deserving international performance of the year, and Brazil delivers a second consecutive masterpiece.

In a year defined by layoffs dressed up as progress, Park Chan-wook turns one man's unemployment into a murder plot and a marriage into the scene of the crime.

Two prisoners share a cell and a fantasy, but only one half of Bill Condon's musical ever fully commits to its own escape.

A Hollywood-glossed dramedy about a man for hire ends up renting real feeling too.

Ariana Grande carries this uneven, unevenly shot conclusion to Oz's biggest musical about as far as it can go.

Chloé Zhao's adaptation of Maggie O'Farrell's novel finds the tragedy behind Shakespeare's most famous absence, and builds it entirely around the woman left holding it.

Channing Tatum plays against type as a fugitive hiding inside a toy store, but it's Kirsten Dunst who gives Derek Cianfrance's true-crime dramedy its aching center.

Sydney Sweeney delivers her most committed performance yet in a boxing biopic that spends two acts finding its footing before landing one of the most unflinching depictions of domestic violence ever put to film.

Clint Bentley's Denis Johnson adaptation finds the sublime in an unremarkable life, anchored by one of Joel Edgerton's finest performances.

A father tries to write his way back into his daughters' lives, and the film he makes instead becomes the only language the family has left.

Nia DaCosta's queer reimagining of Ibsen finds its fire in the space between Tessa Thompson's cruelty and Nina Hoss's ache.

Rose Byrne gives the performance of her career as a mother unraveling in real time, and Mary Bronstein never lets us look away.

Yorgos Lanthimos's alien-abduction thriller wins its bleakest joke by proving the paranoid guy correct, then making that victory feel like nothing at all.

A gothic monster movie that turns out to be about who gets to be called human at all.

A film about the making of Bruce Springsteen's starkest, most private album keeps reaching for the easiest version of every scene it's in.

Panahi's Palme d'Or winner earns every ounce of its urgency and still can't quite earn its runtime.

Kathryn Bigelow's nuclear-crisis triptych is her most viscerally effective work in over a decade, even if it stops short of the gut-punch silence she's built her career on.

Benny Safdie sets out to dismantle a myth of invincibility and ends up building a hollower one in its place.

Paul Thomas Anderson's tenth feature turns a father's rescue mission into a reckoning with a movement's afterlife, carried by an ensemble that never stops finding new registers to work in.