While there’s not a lot wrong with the recipe, my pallet just didn’t respond to what Rogen and company were cooking up, and as such Sausage Party ended up being one meal that left me hungering for something more substantive, constantly hoping for a second course that sadly hadn’t been prepared for me to taste.

Don’t Think Twice is the kind of movie I knew I liked exiting the theatre but didn’t realize just how much so until I’d had a few extra days to ponder all its narrative nuances. It’s a beautiful, character-driven affair, and while the introspective observations the filmmaker toys with are hardly revelatory that still doesn’t make them any less profound or affecting.

[The Land] is visually dynamic, moves with electric urgency and treats all four of its young protagonists with intelligence and respect. More than that, Caple offers up a conclusion that satisfactorily strays extremely far from the status quo, giving things an aura of originality all other facets of the narrative and the scenario undeniably lack.

But the studio’s continued mishandling of these characters is just plain baffling at this point, Suicide Squad potentially even more of a disaster than Batman v Superman ended up proving to be. While that’s not entirely accurate, that doesn’t mean the movie is safe from condemnation, and as misfires go this is one comic book debacle Warner Bros and DC are going to have a hell of a time trying to recover from.

I can’t help but feel like Bad Moms could have worked, that the seeds lurking in the heart of Lucas and Moore’s script aren’t nearly as rotten as I’m probably making them out to be. I just don’t think the pair had the ability or the desire to invest themselves as fully into the plights, concerns and lives of the characters that they had created, more interested in delivering Hangover-style yucks inside a female-driven scenario.

But the longer I think on Jason Bourne the more it starts to upset me.

As nice as certain components might be, as solid as the performances universally are, Nerve simply doesn’t work, making it just another cinematic missed opportunity residing in a summertime multiplex already overflowing in them.

Saunders and Lumley are still challenging convention, making people stand up and take notice of what is going on and why, and I salute them for that without any reservation whatsoever. I just wish Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie itself did more than play so blatantly to the fan base, because had it broadened its appeal and its reach just a little bit more, it’s quite possible we could have had something amazing here to be talking about.

I’m just about done giving them a chance, and the next time this gaggle of crazy critters ambles back on-screen I think I’ll choose to stay home.