Tailgate introduces a villainous stalker for the ages, and the next time I’m behind the wheel I’ll be on my best behavior just to play it safe.

Masquerade pulls off this final act of subterfuge just well enough I do believe some will come away suitably shocked and impressed, and maybe that’s enough for this one to warrant a mild recommendation.

The Green Knight is an otherworldly tale told at a measured pace that doesn’t spoon-feed the viewer a single easy answer to any of its impenetrable psychoanalytical moralistic queries.

Kids will undoubtedly disagree with me on Jungle Cruise, and had I watched this one with eight-year-old eyes possibly I’d think differently about all this cartoonish hooey.

Szumowska and Englert have delivered something marvelously peculiar with Never Gonna Snow Again, and watching it with practically little foreknowledge of anything I was about to experience has been one of the more profoundly befuddling joys I’ve had this year.

scape Room: Tournament of Champions isn’t exactly victorious, but it doesn’t lose the game, either.

Old says something about life that’s as profound as it is frightening, the nebulous, beauteously unfathomable peculiarities a human life is born to navigate from first breath to last ambitiously displayed in all their monstrous ambiguity.

A quiet, introspectively sparse sci-fi thriller, Settlers makes a lasting impression.

With Fear Street Part 3: 1666, one of the most ambitious motion picture horror trilogies I’ve ever seen comes to a thrilling conclusion.