Metro: “Hands of Stone” isn’t a hagiography; it’s not even a movie that straightens a record. It’s closer to a yes-man who tells their boss their speech was great, ignoring the part where his pants fell down. The subject is Roberto Duran, one of the greatest boxers who’s never scored a movie. You think he’d deserve one: He pulled himself up from the bootstraps of Panama’s streets to hold world titles in four different weight classes. He had a punch so hard he earned the eponymous nickname. But here’s the rub: In the seventh round of a highly-publicized rematch with Sugar Ray Leonard in 1980, he abruptly called it off, taking his toys and leaving with the whole world watching.
In a world where monsters attack at night, we see yet another world, post-apocalypse, where a handful of people struggle to survive.
Crime Scene Berlin-Nightlife Killer Review: This documentary series really drops the ball with its storytelling.
In a movie that largely sidesteps what the war is about, “Civil War” puts us in the point of view of journalists who make it clear there are no heroes in war, just dead bodies.
