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.

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.