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.

Foxcatcher is so mesmerizing, so consistently fascinating even its missteps don’t feel as unbalanced or as unfortunate as they otherwise might have been.

More than that, though, it is the oddly warm, sunnily optimistic climax that really doesn’t work, the final scenes feeling much too out of place considering all the self-inflected emotional and physical carnage that’s preceded them. Much like its protagonist,The Gambler (2014) doesn’t know when to quit, a winning hand transforming into one that should have been laid down long before the cards were even dealt.