Hollywood

“Primetime” feels like a contemporary tragedy of American acclaim or American power created through the operations of the media.

The historic, violent, and disheveled tone of this film is believable and consistent, but the director and his team forgot to make the tone dynamic as well.

This sequel isn’t a disappointment as big as “The Devil Wears Prada 2” was earlier this year, but it’s a distant second place so far.

This 96-minute film is not that scary or gripping, but it sure is entertaining, and it gives a much different look to the horror genre.

The simplicity and coziness makes the film feel like an intimate play on stage so every viewer can focus only on the actors in front of them, their smallest of gestures, and their sneakily verbal mixtures of deceit and honesty.

Hollywood is currently terrified to make a mainstream blockbuster not connected to familiar intellectual property, so “The End of Oak Street” does deserve some credit here being a new idea.

So much potential is wasted in this film, I found myself asking, “What kind of film is this trying to be?”

This feeling of moving through a game keeps "Exit 8" an engaging, uniquely alluring film experience.

I liked "The Odyssey," but it likely won’t be on my list of best films of the year.

The humorous qualities are so rich in this I spent half the film laughing and the other half holding my breath from surprise.