I’m not entirely sure Paddington, adapted from the works of creator Michael Bond, could be any more delightful than it actually is, the film as divine a piece of family entertainment as any I could have fantasized about. A loving homage to the source material.

Coupled with how insufferably nondescript the protagonist ends up being helped make Dark Summer one ghostly foray into terror I shouldn’t have logged in for.

As it is, however, Fogel and Lefkowitz have delivered a wonderfully entertaining debut that’s difficult to resist even if it is marginally tough to love, Life Partners ultimately as messy, and as endearing, as the friendship it so exuberantly revolves around.

Predestination, as whacky, odd and haphazard as it oftentimes might be, is just a heck of a lot of brain-twisting fun.

Subtle and beautifully heartfelt. Selma is an important movie, yes, but it is also a great one.

Nothing feels the least bit cinematic, Taken 3 an instantly forgettable, straightforward money grab and little, if anything, else.

It would have been nice had The Woman in Black 2 elected to take a few more risks, go places that were not foreseen right from the start.

At the same time, even with the more than obvious shortcoming, American Sniper is a vital, organically poignant experience that got under my skin.

Big Eyes, for all its moments of inspired whimsy, for as much as it admires and respects the painter, it’s still oddly lifeless as far as the bigger picture is concerned. The canvass isn’t so much empty as it is incomplete.