Irrational Man, Mr. Holmes

Irrational Man

Mr. Holmes





Murder is fun in Woody Allen’s “Irrational Man,” which takes a while to get revved up but builds great comic momentum – and an inexorable logical argument for selective homicide as a societal good – in a special last half-hour that relegates the trifling “Magic in the Moonlight” to evanescent memory.

Inherent Vice, Maps to the Stars, Six Dance Lessons in Six Weeks

Inherent Vice

Maps to the Stars



Six Dance Lessons in Six Weeks

Capsule reviews on the rest of the week's new features:

The Immigrant

James Gray's "The Immigrant" is just as generic and uninspired as its title, and looks like it was shot through pickle juice.

Her

"Her" is the stupidest movie to wash down the pike in a very long time.

The Master

A powerful sense of letdown hangs over the pseudonymous Scientology prehistory “The Master.” It’s impossible not to wonder what more might have come of the mating of director Paul Thomas Anderson with the self-made myth of the certifiable failed science fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard. Anderson has made several terrific films and at least one masterpiece, “Magnolia.” He’s a director of towering, Tarantino-esque vision, but throughout “The Master” his set pieces lack the impact to match their solemnity. At 138 minutes, I couldn’t wait for it to end.