Revenge smashes the male gaze into a myriad of pieces, this incisive feminine vision of an all-too-real terror a gruesome shot of cinematic adrenaline I’m unlikely to soon forget.

Disobedience is a sensational motion picture I can’t wait to watch again, its pleas for tolerance, freedom, friendship and family all ones deserving to be heard now more than ever.

But On Chesil Beach frustratingly can’t build on this gobsmack of a revelation, Cooke muting the inherent emotional explosiveness of Florence and Edward’s journey to the point it disappears just at the point it needed to be building to a crescendo.

While nowhere near the superlative achievement The Force Awakens, Rogue One and The Last Jedi proved to be, this latest anthology effort is nonetheless easy to enjoy, the joyful exuberance of Solo: A Star Wars Story difficult to rebel against.

What I will say is that, much like the first film, I’m totally fine with Deadpool 2, readily enjoying much of it. But that still doesn’t mean I plan on revisiting this sequel anytime soon.

I found Breaking In to be spectacularly difficult to sit through, it’s overall mediocrity a continual source of frustration that I kept feeling long after the film itself had come to its anemically dispiriting end.

Even if Life of the Party isn’t a film I’m going to be thinking about much longer than the time it takes to write this review, it still makes me feel good enough that I’m happy I gave it a look, the overall positivity with which Deanna chooses to live her life undeniably infectious.

Make no mistake, RBG is massively enjoyable, watching Justice Ginsburg live her best life as joyous a spectacle as anything I’ll likely have the pleasure to sit through this year.

Tully builds to a shattering climax that brought a cascade of tears to my eyes, Marlo’s destination as cathartic, and as gut-wrenching, as any I could have imagined it would be before the film began.