There is something triumphant about Reeves’ The Batman, and I do like where the film leaves the character before the screen fades to black. But so many aspects don’t come together, each refusing to resonate no matter how much I wished otherwise.

Cabaret: A decadent tale of sex, friendship, music, and fascism that’s as vital now as it was 50 years ago

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy has only gotten better with age.

The Burning Sea is a white-knuckle tale of people doing the incredible against impossible odds.

Studio 666 is an unwieldy, mostly unfunny hodgepodge of tired horror conceits and winking, self-indulgent humor that ends up making next to no lasting impression whatsoever.

As stupendously staged as the gore-drenched violence may be, this new Texas Chainsaw Massacre still turned my stomach for all the wrong reasons.

For fans of each of treasure hunter Nathan Drake’s incredibly convoluted adventures, Uncharted is likely going to feel like a bona fide disaster.

Branagh remains a sublime Poirot, and his direction of the material is frequently marvelous.

I was captivated from start to finish, and if I could have watched Marry Me again from the beginning the moment after it had concluded I would have done so.