“David Crosby: Remember My Name” is a mesmerizing portrait of a brilliantly talented and deeply flawed artist who knows he’s near the end of his days and wants what so many of us desperately want when we reach that point — more time.
Poorly paced, humorless, and devoid even of memorable or distinctive visuals, “Dark Phoenix” wastes both the talents of its stars and the potential of its revered source material.
