The last 20 minutes of Hotel Artemis is the payoff all of the slow-burn build has been promising, and for the most part the freshman director pulls it off.

Ocean’s Eight stole my heart, and the theft of it has me grinning ear-to-ear.

Coupled with Woodley’s superlative performance, even with a small handful of reservations I still think Adrift is worth seeing, and it’s additionally quite possible my appreciation for it will only grow as time goes by.

Feral is too by-the-numbers to generate a consistent feeling of suspense or dread, and by the time the film reaches its rather foregone conclusion I’d already emotionally checked out long before this climax.

Nothing happens here that doesn’t feel as if Schrader is in completely control of the outcome, the inherent emotional complexities of First Reformed revealing themselves with a pointed didacticism that’s frequently compelling.