Yakuza Princess never does enough to earn the throne.

While I have no idea if Behemoth is going to stick in my memory longer than the time it took me to write this review, I do know Sefchik’s name or his talent are items I’m going to be forgetting anytime soon.

For teen and tween viewers, He’s All That will likely satisfy, and in this instance, I’m tempted to say that’s more than enough and leave it there.

There are things about Nia DaCosta’s Candyman that I will not talk about.

Habit Habit is something of a 1990s Pulp Fiction–style throwback with female leads who find themselves navigating a True Romance–meets–Sister Act type narrative that is as unwieldy as it is oddly compelling.

The Night House grabbed me by the throat and slowly squeezed.

The Protégé is an aggressively nasty actioner that fearlessly mucks around in the mud while embracing practically all of its cartoonishly pulpy attributes.

While I’m no gamer, Free Guy is one breezily intoxicating expedition into the unknown I wish I could pick up a controller and play for myself, and that’s a compliment.

Car chases. Shootouts. Brutal fights, many of them between multiple adversaries wielding clubs, knives and all sorts of slice-and-dice weaponry. It’s all here, and every bit is glorious.