All I can say is that I hope Whedon does return to the helm, because after this movie the thought of The Avengers assembling without his assertively assured guidance is something I have difficulty pondering.

Darling Companion is so intent on not taking anyone to task or coming up with sights or sounds an audience might find potentially off-putting it ends up swimming in some incredibly banal waters.

As courtships go, The Five-Year Engagement didn’t have enough oomph to get me to the alter, making me something of a runaway bride as I exited the theatre and found myself wishing I would have eloped with a different motion picture altogether.

The Pirates! Band of Misfits may not be Aardman’s best, but that still makes it better than just about anything else out there for kids and for families, my hearty Aar! of affirmation undeniably boisterous.

McTeigue’s thriller is a massive missed opportunity, The Raven leaving my tell-tale-heart wanting and to the idea of ever watching it again in the future I can boil my feelings down to a single word: Nevermore.

Yet Yakin’s film embraces its own central lunacy. Better, Safe takes the time to craft a story that, within the confines of its idiotically over-the-top world, is both believable and character-driven.

Sound of My Voice is haunting me. I find myself mulling over various segments in a way that has dug under my skin in some sort of uncomfortably luscious fashion, burrowing its way into the very marrow of my bones.

Chimpanzee did a fine job of transporting me right into the center of the rain forest. I felt like I was there with Oscar, Freddy and the others, that I was sitting next to them as the cracked nuts, climbed trees or defended their territory from invaders.

To the Arctic does showcase moments of ebullient splendor that captured my attention. I just wanted more than recycled platitudes, information more dynamic and complex than what I could learn watching the National Geographic Channel or from an episode of PBS’ “Nature.”