Joy Ride is laugh-out-loud funny.

The man in the hat is finally allowed to walk into the sunset for good. Cue up the iconic John Williams theme.

Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken was not made for me. At least, not the “me” of today. If I were seven or eight years old, I’m sure this colorfully obnoxious adventure would have thrilled me senseless.

Lawrence utilizes her lithe physicality to magnificent effect, and she can bend a tongue-twisting turn of phrase sideways before flipping it completely upside down with carnivorously jovial enthusiasm.

As slight as it is, I found Elemental to be adorable.

The Flash is aggressively okay.

Brooklyn 45 never takes the easy way out, asking tough questions and leaving it up to the audience to ascertain the majority of the answers for themselves.

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts is arguably the best film with the word “Transformers” in the title.

There’s good, oftentimes scary stuff hiding in The Boogeyman’s darkness, all of which helps make this summertime horror offering more treat than trick.