The Guilty asks tough questions about right and wrong that straddle the line between good and evil with heartrending clarity, and no matter how selflessly pure the act innocence and guilt still mix via an uneasy symbiotic relationship with neither attribute able to exist without the companionship of its polar opposite sibling.

This next chapter of the Halloween story is undeniably its own distinctive thing, Michael and Laurie’s return to greatness as thrillingly bloodcurdling as it is joyfully welcome.

Bad Times at the El Royale is a cruel movie. There’s no denying that. Goddard takes no prisoners, and just as soon as I was starting to become curious about a character or wonder what it was they were going to try and do next suddenly they would be dispatched with a cold, almost callous indifference that left me gasping for air.

If I don’t love First Man entirely that doesn’t mean I don’t think Chazelle’s daring recounting of one of the great achievements in all of human history still doesn’t enthrall, this Armstrong-centered drama as close to being must-see entertainment as anything likely to be released to theatres for the remainder of the year.

Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween didn’t scare up any of my interest, my ghostly indifference to Sarah, Sonny and Sam’s collective plight a most frightening outcome to say the least.

Based on the novel by Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give is one heck of a motion picture.

The first half of this new take on A Star Is Born is incredible. The portions where Jackson and Ally meet, romantically intertwine and learn how to make music together are superb, Cooper and Gaga achieving a melodic harmony that held me spellbound.

Venom is a bad movie.

If Colette doesn’t make my list as one of 2018’s best films, it’s still certainly deserving of being an honorable mention, this historical biography of one of the great writers of the 20th century a fascinating treatise on artistic, sexual and gender expression I’ll not soon forget.