I find that I want to like Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets more than I actually do, even if the stuff that’s great about the film is downright extraordinary.
War for the Planet of the Apes is one of the great summertime tentpole adventures in recent memory, Reeves delivering a science fiction epic almost certain to stand the test of time.
Filled with unlikable characters, most of whom are deserving of their bloody just deserts, Wish Upon is hard to sit through, and if I had a wish of my own to toss its way it likely would be the desire that it not have been made in the first place.
While there’s no reason to hate Darkness Rising, I can’t say there’s any reason to like it, either, and like a ghost in the night transitioning into the unknown by the time I finish writing this review it’s highly likely this film will have dissipated from my memory altogether.
The Journey does not claim to be historical fact, but that doesn’t make the creatively intelligent fiction it muses on any less fascinating.
The Little Hours is an anarchic fit of physical, sexual and verbal madness that only gets more explosively hysterical as events progress.
As bits of fluffy fun are concerned Lost in Paris is a dance of delicious amusements, watching it an absolute pleasure I’m certain to indulge in whenever the opportunity to do so might fortuitously arise.
Spider-Man: Homecoming might just be the most adorable motion picture I see all summer.
[Having] us walk the same mile they do in shoes they themselves are wearing is a therapeutically evocative means to an exceedingly profound end, Band Aid hitting so many right notes any false ones it might inadvertently strike are lost in a symphony of reflective magnificence I could listen to for days on end with no hesitation whatsoever.