St. Louis Post-Dispatch

Like its predecessor, this film is noisy, fast and unrelenting — not one you watch so much as allow to lightly steamroll your senses. At least that’s a fairly swift and amusing enough process.

You will get enough laughs out of "The Gold Rush" to make the picture worth while. [14 Sep 1925, p.17]

Fargeat delivers a macabre, funny, tragic, absurd and grotesque Grand Guignol of butts and guts; a bonkers and brutal “beauty horror” that elevates the genre to a hysterically unprecedented heights.

The geography and some of the coincidences are as baffling as the messaging. The 96-minute runtime feels cyclical and endless.

Anchored by its leads, Coup! is a tasty morsel of social commentary about problems that continue to plague our world.

With its nonsensical, confounding story, it might not be for anyone, even if its heart is in the right place.

If you’re a dog person, it will be impossible to resist the tale of Arthur and his knights of extreme sports.

Freelance is this incredibly goofy jumble of tones, a movie that doesn’t know what it is or what it wants to be, flailing about as it far overstays its welcome.

Reaching for meaning in The Nun II is as fruitful as a wander down a dark and dusty old hall. You’ll find things that go bump in the night but not much else underneath all the doom and gloom.

The script is standard sports movie fare without much subtext — in the mouth of anyone other than Harbour, some of these motivational lines would be real clangers, but he sells the material with his rugged soulfulness, and there’s true chemistry between him and Madekwe, as the unlikely sports star and his demanding coach.