Daddy’s Home 2 is a lump of seasonal coal delivered into the multiplex with all the pomp and circumstance of a slap to the face, this holiday-themed comedy a laughless slog better left unwatched.

Lady Bird never hits a false note, each beat of the story building one upon the next to produce a melodious coming of age symphony that’s absolutely sensational.

Even if some of the plot points feel a little underdeveloped, and even though a few of the characters never spring to life the same way here as they do in the novel, the director still does Christie proud, his version of Murder on the Orient Express a gorgeously widescreen old school mystery I’d happily watch again right this second.

Heartfelt God’s Country a Grounded Romantic Drama In a remote corner of Yorkshire, Johnny Saxby (Josh O’Connor) works his family’s desolate sheep farm in what appears to be a constant state of disgust. Having to take on almost all of the major duties of keeping the place up and running in the wake of his […]

Thor: Ragnarok proves to be so creatively loopy, not to mention so consistently hysterical, I found it hopeless not to enjoy myself while sitting in the theatre watching things play themselves out to their conclusion. Waititi delivers the goods, and for fans of the MCU his arrival ends up being a breath of fresh air worth getting excited about.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer isn’t a movie designed to be broken down into 140-character reactions. Instead, this two hours of psychosomatic carnage wants to linger in the psyche as long as it can, provoking a nightmare of uncertain dread that will last all through the night, into the next morning and well into a futuristic beyond seemingly without end.

All I See Is You had promise, massive amounts, but it can’t deliver on just about any of it, making it a blindly incoherent failure not worth opening one’s eyes to.

But a couple of great scenes here and some solid performances there unfortunately do not make up for the fact so little of Suburbicon ends up resonating. The movie doesn’t work, and while I can respect the attempt that’s not near enough for me to recommend anyone out there waste their time giving Clooney’s latest a look.

The climactic third of this story had me sitting on the edge go my seat constantly pushing back tears, the last images a heartfelt celebration of perseverance and empathy I wanted to sit in my seat and revel in long after the screen faded to black. Wonderstruck is a goldmine of emotional purity, its cabinet of wonders one I cannot wait to open again as soon as I can.