While there are enough plusses to make The Art of Racing in the Rain moderately agreeable and not particularly difficult to watch, as far as the greater whole is concerned the inelegant mediocrity of its interpersonal human maturations is unquestionably calamitous.

This “Universal Horror Collection: Volume 1” is one of the all-time great collections Scream! Factory has ever put together.

While Good Boys is pretty darn far from being a bad movie, that still doesn’t mean I’m personally interested in watching it again myself anytime soon.

I loved Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark something fierce, and if 12-year-old me had watched it I can almost guarantee I’d have gone back to the theatre multiple times just so I could experience its various thrills and chills again and again.

Wicked Witches isn’t a total loss by any means. It just doesn’t cast a very memorable spell, the whole thing lacking in the type of magic that might have gotten under my skin and made this one worthwhile.

Dora and the Lost City of Gold is superb, and here’s hoping this live-action teenage take on the material is a modest hit, if only because selfishly I want to watch this pint-sized adventurer head out into the wilds to continue her exploring immediately.

While not for everyone, Ladyworld ended up getting to me, it’s freeze-frame conclusion nothing less than disquietly marvelous.

I just can’t deal with Hobbs & Shaw. It wore me down to the point I wanted to gnaw through my seat’s armrests as I kept praying for it to end.

The majority of the characters in Trespassers weren’t ones I wanted to spend that much time with, and other than Sarah I had to look long and hard to find anything approaching a redeeming quality in just about any of them.