Shang-Chi kicks butt, just not enough of it to fully satisfy.

Yakuza Princess never does enough to earn the throne.

Marilyn Monroe, my grandmother Doris and the haunting depressive beauty of The Misfits

In the Heights is an epic celebration of humanity I’ll be thinking about for the remainder of 2021.

While I have no idea if Behemoth is going to stick in my memory longer than the time it took me to write this review, I do know Sefchik’s name or his talent are items I’m going to be forgetting anytime soon.

For teen and tween viewers, He’s All That will likely satisfy, and in this instance, I’m tempted to say that’s more than enough and leave it there.

There are things about Nia DaCosta’s Candyman that I will not talk about.

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It is a rather forgettable entry in the ever-expanding Conjuring universe and the only film featuring Ed and Lorraine Warren as the central characters I’ll never willingly choose to return to.

Habit Habit is something of a 1990s Pulp Fiction–style throwback with female leads who find themselves navigating a True Romance–meets–Sister Act type narrative that is as unwieldy as it is oddly compelling.