Mickey 17 may not end up being the year’s best film, but it will undoubtedly become one of its most essential.

I was disappointed by this iteration of Last Breath. Chris has an incredible story. The same goes for all of those who were involved with his rescue. But I didn’t care. Not about Chris. Not about his shipmates. Not about any of it. Talk about a tragedy.

Cleaner understands the retro action-thriller assignment, and that’s what ultimately matters the most.

My opinion on Constantine has moved considerably from where it was when I first saw the film 20 years ago. I still don’t think it entirely works, but the positives do significantly outweigh the negatives.

Captain America: Brave New World is a toothless attempt at topicality.

The Paddington movies are a cathartic jolt of kindness that the world could use more of right now.

Heart Eyes is the best romcom-slasher hybrid that I’ve ever seen.

. Even at a blink-and-it’s-over 83 minutes, it pains me to say it but Love Hurts is an agonizingly unappealing disaster.

There’s nothing robotic about Companion.