Delivering what could be misconstrued as nothing more than a fluffy romantic comedy with dramatic undertones, sneakily and subtly [Brooklyn] is actually about so much more. This is the saga of a youngster becoming her own, confident women ready to take on the world at large, learning who she is now and who she was then aren’t as far apart as those wanting to keep Eilis standing still would like her to believe.

Only time will reveal how I really feel about By the Sea, whether or not it becomes something meaningful and thought-provoking or if it just remains a facetious facsimile emulating a style of European cinema it reveres yet fails to understand. Either way, I’m tempted to still give Jolie Pitt props, and I have this sneaky suspicion I’ll be giving the film a second chance to win me over sooner rather than later.

Secret in Their Eyes will not electrify viewers who’ve seen the Argentinian original with near the same magnitude. Ray doesn’t shake things up, doesn’t choose to go in a new direction, more or less doing nothing more than attempt to tell the same story but with an Americanized bent. But thanks to the efforts of the cast, especially the central trio, an unbelievably good Roberts most of all, and a smart, intelligently-constructed script that treats its audience with a great deal of respect, I found that this remake was worthwhile, was a motion picture I could enjoy.

It’s impossible not to imagine what the man being chronicled here would have thought of this…Nonetheless, Trumbo is a solid effort made close to unmissable thanks in large part to Cranston’s magnificence, the resulting biopic a gripping return to a Hollywood of yesteryear where the themes being examined couldn’t be more appropriately timely.

To their credit, the filmmakers match the tone of Collins’ book more or less all the way through (save for a subtle – yet important – change during the closing seconds), attempting to craft a war-torn parable that has more in common with Platoon or Apocalypse Now than it does to Star Wars or The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

It’s quite possible The Man from U.N.C.L.E. is the single most underrated – and underappreciated – major studio tentpole that was released to theaters this past summer. It’s fantastic stuff, holding up beautifully on repeat viewing, just getting better and better each time I watch it.

Mr. Holmes holds up beautifully on repeat viewing. Additionally, it cements in my mind that both McKellan and Linney give two of 2015’s best performances, and even if Oscar (probably) won’t recognize them as such that doesn’t make what they accomplish here any less extraordinary.

[The Hallow] builds to a nicely nuanced conclusion, one that overflows with emotion and sacrifice, propelling things into the realm of a dark fairy tale the likes of which Brothers Grim would have been proud to have called their own.

While the elements in The 33 that do not work frustrate, the stuff revolving around those who truly deserve to be labeled as heroes thankfully never does. Their story has weight, it has meaning, and with everything pulsating to the delicate, emotionally pure refrains of late composer James Horner’s (Southpaw, Titanic) final score the miners’ collective triumph ends up being a rousing celebration of all that’s good and decent in this world I could not help but be moved by.