“Flannery” is an apologia for O’Connor but, like any good defense, it takes the position that she doesn’t need one.

Mantel’s portrait of More is of a self-serving whiner with a death wish. But what must always be remembered is that she is creating fiction.

One of the basics of comedy is the element of surprise, and Hannah Gadsby’s “Nanette” surprised us by not being comedy.

Encountering Roberto Rossellini’s “The Flowers of St. Francis,” which turns 70 this year, will be an odd experience for most first-timers.

When someone refers to a “foul” system, he is not talking only about law enforcement and prosecution.

Patrick deserves better than green beer and leprechauns, and he gets it in a new documentary.

“Corpus Christi” is not a critique of Catholicism, though; it may not even be a deliberately Catholic film, writes film critic John Anderson.

The morality of the Academy Awards may be suspect. But there is a conscience at work.

A TV review is not, perhaps, the forum to determine that, but it should be noted that God is ever present.

“The Cave” is something of a talking-dog movie: You’re astounded it exists, never mind what it has to say.