Once Upon a River is a redemptive tale caked in catastrophic mistakes which lead to terrifying consequences, some of which will leave lasting psychological scars while others conceal the potential for a rejuvenated rebirth that might lead to unforeseen future happiness.

Spontaneous raucously combusts like no other horror-comedy this year.

Quinto provides an instant jolt of electricity I did not see coming. There is an effortlessness to his line delivery that held me spellbound.

Sean Durkin’s The Nest is a stinging marital drama that’s nothing short of superb.

Alone is crackerjack white-knuckle entertainment, and personally I cannot wait to see it again.

As excellent as the performances might be and as competent as the filmmaking undeniably is, this story never rang true to me, and I can’t help but believe that even under the best of viewing conditions Blackbird would have left me frustratingly cold.

Antebellum is noticeably striking in several ways, but it’s also sickening and disheartening in so many more.

Henderson and his crack stunt team choreograph some exquisite chase-escape-fight-flight sequences, not the least of which is a suitably chaotic showdown in a secluded jungle village.

Mulan becomes a story of embracing one’s true identity and the innate power that comes along with doing that, this simple conceit the crucial through-line around which the entire plot emphatically revolves.