For all the slit throats, close calls, electric shocks, and broken bones, Duchess fires too many blanks to be of any consequence.

It’s not often a motion picture makes me physically ill.

Deadpool & Wolverine is critic-proof.

The hypnotically bizarre The Vourdalak is a one-of-a-kind supernatural chiller directed with stylish creativity by inventive French newcomer Adrien Beau.

Much like a destructive storm that blows itself out with nary a discernible rhyme or reason, all Twisters left in its wake was a metaphorical mess that left me sadly despondent.

Fly Me to the Moon achieves liftoff through sharp direction, clever screenwriting, and good, old-fashioned megawatt celluloid star power.

Longlegs twists the knife in elegantly troubling ways.

As B-grade WWII adventure throwbacks to the 1950s and ‘60s are concerned, Murder Company is firing far too many blanks, making this a lackluster mission difficult to get enthused about.

Neon-drenched MaXXXine brings the X trilogy to a suitably bloody conclusion