Aaron Yap

A much-needed gasp of air from tentpole franchises.

If you came for a doll saying profanities, this isn’t it.

The film is low-boil Soderbergh-lite.

This could have made for a rich, elegant, atmospheric horror flick.

Warning: this one will hurt.

May heat up your déjà vu meter, writes Aaron Yap.

It’s also Welles’ giant last-gasp fart at Hollywood, a deeply cynical meta-movie.

Gaga and Cooper ooze charisma and chemistry.

Damien Chazelle has made a stodgy, pedestrian biopic.

Aaron Yap on the prequel spin-off to the sequel.

Often when it seems like there’s nowhere for zombie movies to go, a little out-of-left-field film comes along to prove you wrong, squeezing a smidgen more life out of the genre’s exhausted conventions. Aussie epidemic pic Cargo does just that: injecting bracing, subtle layers into long-established flesh-munching lore while not completely reinventing anything. Its family-in-peril […]

It’s an earnest David vs Goliath story with no fancy outfits, geeky gadgets or elaborate team-ups.

Last Flag Flying is at once burdened and enriched by the past, writes Aaron Yap.

There’s a nagging seen-it-all-before sensation that hangs over this 90-minute repackaging.

Calculated to appease both secular and non-secular audiences. The Passion of the Christ this isn’t.

Should’ve made for a unique, even potent, supernatural period piece. Unfortunately, it doesn’t writes Aaron Yap.

I’m still uncertain if I buy 31-year- old Armie Hammer as a 24-year- old, but man, Luca Guadagnino’s Call Me by Your Name sure does sell its love story.

Borg vs. McEnroe remains watchable on the strength of its leads, who’re effective beyond the uncanny physical likeness to their real-life counterparts.

This expedited team-up is a colossal, garish shambles that offers minor relief by being a smidgen less painful than Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.

Given the foul state of affairs around the world at the moment, I found its grinding pessimism oddly cathartic.

“A couple of hours”, Swiss-Italian artist Alberto Giacometti says, estimating the time-frame it might take to complete a portrait of his latest subject, American writer and friend James Lord. It’s also the duration that Stanley Tucci’s film feels like, even though it comes in at a slim 90 minutes. Based on Lord’s book A Giacometti […]