It’s dumb. It’s loud. It barely makes a lick of sense. But unlike its predecessor, Venom: Let There Be Carnage is also a heck of a lot of fun.

I have zero wish to spend much time on Dear Evan Hansen.

This is a richly talented ensemble, and every member puts forth their best effort.

Copshop shoots up the screen with jovially pitch-black bravado.

Martyrs Lane walks down its own unique moonlit path with imaginative determination.

For Kurosawa, Wife of a Spy is proof the director renowned in the late 1990s and throughout the 2000s as a modern master of horror hasn’t lost an ounce of his creative acumen.

I adored Everybody’s Talking About Jamie.

Cinderella gave me a headache, and that might be the nicest thing I have to say on the matter.

Shang-Chi kicks butt, just not enough of it to fully satisfy.