Lilting is worthwhile, and I can only assume most are going to respond to it with far more passion and positivity than I did. But for me Khaou’s movie feels undernourished and half-baked, ultimately having an unfinished quality to its central dramatics that made me uncomfortable.

St. Vincent might not be without problems, it might not have all its ducks in a row, but even the ugly ones blossom into swans, proving once again that looks aren’t everything and that messy, judgmental and rude are sometimes character traits worthy of celebration.

Dracula Untold is as pointless as it is somewhat surprisingly bloodless, the heart beating at the center of this effort as cold and as lifeless as the central ‘hero’ around which everything revolves.

Not so much a disaster as it is a waste of time, one doesn’t need a jury’s declaration to know The Judge should have been sent to the gallows long before it ever went into production in the first place.

Yet it is that climax which truly sinks this prequel, Annabelle in the end only conjuring up my anger and vitriol that it would do something so horrifically stupid and think that would be okay.

Gone Girl is a movie aching to be seen, savored, discussed and debated, Fincher assembling a motion picture so of-the-moment the effect is so startling it’s practically a mirror reflecting truths we don’t want to think about back at us whether we want it to or not.

The Boxtrolls is a divine, intoxicating fantasy, and in the end is a first-rate marvel of originality and inspiration.

This iteration of The Equalizer losing too much steam and not maintaining strong enough focus to make all the sound and fury mean near as much as I wanted it to.

The infuriating thing about The Damned is that it comes agonizingly close to being a good horror yarn.