Downsizing’s many issues outweigh its attributes so significantly I can’t help but feel like this will go down as one of the year’s most frustrating disappointments, and for a director as undeniably talented as Payne there’s nothing small about just how upsetting I find making a statement like that one to be.

But the real problem is that, other than a few random moments here and there, Father Figures just isn’t funny.

[If] Pitch Perfect 3 ends up being the Bellas’ a cappella swan song, for my part I can’t help but feel the entire group goes out on something of a satisfying high note.

Call Me by Your Name might not go anywhere unexpected, yet that doesn’t make getting to the destination any less of a joy, Guadagnino’s latest a marvel of truthful nuance worthy of a standing ovation.

[As] pure entertainment, Gracey’s energetic effort succeeds in a way that goes well beyond anything I antic pated before entering the theatre, The Greatest Showman a three-ring phenomenon the entire family is almost certain to enjoy.

Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle might not be a great movie, but sure as heck it’s an entertaining one, and unlike its forerunner this is one kid-friendly action spectacular I wouldn’t mind watching again.

I’m just not bullish on Ferdinand, the finished product a minor disappointment I cannot imagine I will ever purposefully watch again.

Unlike the last film, The Last Jedi uses nostalgia and one’s knowledge of this universe against the viewer, ideas as to what can happen, who can and cannot survive and where things go from here as they head into the ninth and final chapter blown into smithereens like a fourth Death Star.

But it is the eloquent emotional dynamism of del Toro’s handling of the material that carries the day, The Shape of Water not just a love letter to classic monster movies of old, but also an important addition to the dialogue concerning social responsibility, gender dynamics and the human condition we all need to be having right this very second.