Far from a dream come true, this Snow White isn’t without its enjoyable aspects. I watched it with a smile and a song, every bluddle-uddle-um-dum somehow injecting my heart with joy, often when I least expected it to.

Black Bag is a dinner party game of seduction, revelation, and retribution better played without knowing all the rules beforehand.

The strangest thing about High Rollers is how unfinished it feels.

Mickey 17 may not end up being the year’s best film, but it will undoubtedly become one of its most essential.

I was disappointed by this iteration of Last Breath. Chris has an incredible story. The same goes for all of those who were involved with his rescue. But I didn’t care. Not about Chris. Not about his shipmates. Not about any of it. Talk about a tragedy.

Cleaner understands the retro action-thriller assignment, and that’s what ultimately matters the most.

My opinion on Constantine has moved considerably from where it was when I first saw the film 20 years ago. I still don’t think it entirely works, but the positives do significantly outweigh the negatives.

Captain America: Brave New World is a toothless attempt at topicality.

The Paddington movies are a cathartic jolt of kindness that the world could use more of right now.