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Arguably the greatest rivalry in the history of tennis yields a touching and nostalgic documentary.

Playing the big-screen equivalent of small ball can become its own kind of Kryptonite.

Feels profound while still delivering the requisite laughs and fun.

A brutal and bloody (for a while, anyway) showcase for Hugh Jackman hidden beneath a shaggy beard, with not much more to recommend it.

This middling movie, intriguing but oddly incomplete, plays at best like Spielberg Lite.

This Netflix movie actually rises above most of the herd, thanks largely to co-writer and co-star Brett Goldstein.

Masters of the Universe demonstrates how a few missteps can transform an aspiring blockbuster with appealing elements into a streaming-bound 98-pound weakling.

The joke-a-minute formula is very hit-miss.

It has the feel of a filmed play—transparently intended to land Allison Janney a 16th Emmy nomination and potentially an eighth win.

A movie that would have at best qualified as about the 17th-best new comedy of 1995.