I adored Everybody’s Talking About Jamie.

Cinderella gave me a headache, and that might be the nicest thing I have to say on the matter.

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.