Surprise: I didn’t like a Jeff Nichols movie. I know the score on my review of Loving, published, as usual, over at Paste Magazine, is low, but I actually appreciate it significantly more than Midnight Special, which is the most boring and bland movie of 2016 whose supporters refuse to accept that it is boring and bland. Loving‘s problem is mostly that it’s just too goddamn emotionally restrained for its inherently emotional subject matter. Nichols was the wrong person to direct. If you’re that type of person, then this means that I am a soulless monster, but hey, it takes all kinds.
A Constant Visual Feast 