There’s just no reason to care, nothing that matters, and when that’s added to the unforgivable disservice done to the newest character, Dennis, the overall effect isn’t just disappointing, it’s downright horrifying.

The Intern (2015) has great potential, De Niro and Hathaway making a terrific team deserving of a better script. But Meyers lets them all down, and that includes herself, unleashing a cavalcade of old ideas so prehistoric they went out of date around the same time women won the right to vote, making the film a bad candidate unworthy of a permanent position.

Sicario lives up to its title, this Mexican slang for a hitman aiming its gunsights at the viewer, leaving those of us who watch broken and battered into a reinforced shell of regret and understanding we might not be able to emerge from anytime soon.

As an attempt to move into more personal territory, as a vehicle for him to stretch, to leave the spectacle behind, I give him props. But as a movie worth watching? As a story I want people to see? Stonewall is a disaster, start to finish, and the only riots that should be associated with it are those of angry ticketholders who wasted good, hard-earned money to view it.

Wildlike is the kind of simple, delicate, nondescript little independent film that sneaks up out of nowhere and melodiously breaks your heart clean in two. It’s a flower of a film growing to unimaginable heights in the cruelest of conditions, never wearing its emotions out in the open yet showcasing them just enough so they have a searing power that earn their tears with subtle, barely perceptible precision.

I’ve always liked Zathura, prefer it over the other Chris Van Allsburg adaptation Jumanji, director Jon Favreau doing a wonderful job bringing these storybook classic to life. Sony’s anniversary Blu-ray presentation doesn’t improve on the original release which means it’s excellent across the board, and if you don’t already own the previous version picking this one up is hardly a bad idea.

I don’t particularly care for Jumanji. I never have. It’s too frantic, too consumed with the razzle-dazzle, never focusing as solidly on the characters and their respective journeys as it should in order to mean something lasting. Still, Sony’s 20th anniversary Blu-ray, while no huge improvement over the previous edition, should please the fans, and for those who do not own the last disc picking this one up for the collection is worth going into the jungle in order to do.

I’ve watched Branagh’s take on Cinderella (2015) a number of times now, and gosh darn if this just isn’t one of the year’s best motion pictures. Familiar story? Sure. Doesn’t do a great deal that’s not entirely expected? Of course. But that doesn’t mean the movie isn’t pretty darn close to perfect all the same.

I just wish it wasn’t so continually silly, so broadly played, so constantly intent on informing me just how full of crap all of this actually is to the point taking any single second of it seriously is a downright impossibility. The group of filmmakers behind The Editor (2014) love giallo and it shows, I just wish they made a better movie showcasing that affection, and as impressive as a lot of this might be my inability to connect to it on an emotional level is too gigantic and frustrating a hurdle for me to be able to comfortably overcome.