Between motion pictures, 14 years is admittedly a long time, so even with its original cast all returning there wasn’t any question that expectations for The Best Man Holiday were relatively low. That Lee’s sequel initially exceeds expectations is worthy of celebration. The fact it falls so incredibly flat and becomes a miserable melodramatic waste of time equally worthy of derision.

Kill Your Darlings is weirdly aloof at the most inopportune of moments, the whole thing eventually a muted, constipated frustration that for whatever reason refuses to come alive making watching the film in its entirety a waste of 104 minutes.

[The] only reason Thor: The Dark World exists is to start putting in place the building blocks leading to both Guardians of the Galaxy and 2015’s The Avengers: Age of Ultron. It’s the teaser leading to the epic conclusion, little things like character development and honest human emotions unimportant just as long as the seeds for coming chapters are cunningly sown.

The heart of About Time belongs to Tim and his dad, their respective journeys, where they are headed, how they have lived their lives, that is what all of this has been about, and for all the misdirection the director clumsily utilizes the eventual destination still brought authentic tears to my eyes that happily cascaded down my cheeks at just the perfect moment.

This is one of those rare instances where I feel like [Dallas Buyers Club] is one of those movies that, do not just live up to the hype, but also exceed it, making Vallée’s based-on-fact stunner one of the best films I’ll watch this, or in any other, year.

But with performances as good these and with the emotions presented with a minimum of melodramatic excess, it’s hard for me to dismiss Diana entirely. This biographical drama got to me, and while I was disappointed by the motion picture as a whole, bits and pieces are just strong enough that I hardly regret giving this reportedly troubled production a look.

Ender’s Game looks incredible, and the cast does their collective best, but the bad taste left in my mouth after it came to an end was unavoidably loathsome.

Man of Tai Chi is an action extravaganza some will undoubtedly love; the rest of us will just offer our begrudged respect while knowing full well we’re unlikely to ever lay our eyes upon it ever again.

It’s hard to imagine a movie will look into this heart of American darkness with more meticulous an eye anytime soon, McQueen latching onto Northup’s story refusing to allow it to lapse into melodrama or treacle. His filmmaking acumen is beyond reproach, the technical aspects never overshadowing the human story every piece augmenting the next allowing the story to bloom and blossom as it likely wouldn’t have otherwise.