As slight as Good Luck to You, Leo Grande is, there is something so distinctly personal about what Brand and Hyde are doing that it’s doubtful their sublime little comedy-drama will dissipate from my memory anytime soon.

Lightyear is nonsense, but it is frequently enthralling nonsense.

Jurassic World Dominion is dumb without the fun, and that just makes me sad.

The gleefully anarchic and exuberantly pitch-black The Passenger is a dangerously nasty horror comedy that got under my skin.

Crimes of the Future is a futuristically retro slice of body horror that left me speechless. It is a twisted descent into madness, refusing to coddle its audience or offer up a single happy ending. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Fire Island has no business being as good as it is.

A Die Hard clone set inside a top-secret military installation that’s the last line of defense against Russian nuclear aggression, high-octane actioner Interceptor is a waste of time.

There is something undeniably wholesome about The Bob’s Burgers Movie, the warmth, love, and positivity that it exudes filling my soul with joy even if I knew some of the references and inside jokes were flying over my head.

I loved Top Gun: Maverick. This sequel hasn’t lost that loving feeling. It’s the best of the best, making this return flight to the danger zone a rapturous aerial extravaganza that frankly took my breath away.