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.

Rogue is a lot of fun.

Peninsula is well made and has any number of strong individual moments, and even if it is nowhere near as memorable as the first film, it’s still suitably entertaining if taken on its own merits.

Random Acts of Violence was so eager to shock, so consumed with trying to make me gasp out loud, that it completely forgot to give me a reason to care.