All I really want is for people to experience the glories and the monumental achievements of A Most Violent Year for themselves sans too much input or explanation from me.

The Boy Next Door is truly as bad as it gets, and only those in need of a hearty, all-encompassing laugh should be even slightly considering giving it a look.

There are so many moments where one slaps their forehead in disbelief silencing a giggle it’s almost flabbergasting how ungainly and disheveled the overall narrative mechanics are, Blackhat a disappointment so staggering it’s doubtful I’ll see its like for some months to come.

I’m not entirely sure Paddington, adapted from the works of creator Michael Bond, could be any more delightful than it actually is, the film as divine a piece of family entertainment as any I could have fantasized about. A loving homage to the source material.

Coupled with how insufferably nondescript the protagonist ends up being helped make Dark Summer one ghostly foray into terror I shouldn’t have logged in for.

As it is, however, Fogel and Lefkowitz have delivered a wonderfully entertaining debut that’s difficult to resist even if it is marginally tough to love, Life Partners ultimately as messy, and as endearing, as the friendship it so exuberantly revolves around.

Predestination, as whacky, odd and haphazard as it oftentimes might be, is just a heck of a lot of brain-twisting fun.

Subtle and beautifully heartfelt. Selma is an important movie, yes, but it is also a great one.

Nothing feels the least bit cinematic, Taken 3 an instantly forgettable, straightforward money grab and little, if anything, else.