Battleship is pure cheese, and while that doesn’t make it good that also doesn’t make it a disaster, and while the proceedings are certainly waterlogged beyond repair that doesn’t mean the vessel itself is in danger of sinking.

Bernie is simply unlike anything else out there making its way through the multiplexes right now. It is unique and tells a story many have never heard about with intelligence, style and panache.

While not great satire, The Dictator is still pretty good, and it doesn’t take a despot to urge those partial to this type of humor to take a chance on the comedy and buy a matinee ticket.

I don’t know what I expected walking into What to Expect When You’re Expecting, but walking out I did know what I’d gotten, this comedic misfire an unfortunate waste of time I’d rather not have seen in the first place.

The Cup feels suffocated, almost as if the director is refusing to allow any emotion, anything that could be construed as an authentic human characteristic to come about naturally.

His Dark Shadows is an odd duck, never really finding solid footing yet still offering up plenty of laughs, some of them the biggest the director has crafted since Beetlejuice. It goes to some highly intriguing places and isn’t afraid to slow dance across a blood-red floor.

God Bless America comes out guns blazing, and even if all the targets don’t get hit just enough of them do the satirical end result is nothing less than lethal.

Tonight You’re Mine isn’t anything new, doesn’t break any ground or go any place that I didn’t fully anticipate. But like I’ve already stated, that’s just fine. This movie is a song I loved singing along to, its boisterous chorus so infectious I feel like I’m going to be humming it for the remainder of the week.

All I can say is that I hope Whedon does return to the helm, because after this movie the thought of The Avengers assembling without his assertively assured guidance is something I have difficulty pondering.