Scott dares the audience to accept what he is doing, no questions asked, making House of Gucci a lethally deranged haute couture treatise on avarice, fashion, family and fame I’m going to be thinking about for a long time to come.

The Feast does not skimp on the blood and gore, the resulting mixture of social commentary and ghoulish mystical terror beautifully upsetting on a primal level.

King Richard is one of 2021’s best films. See it at once.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife makes more good calls than bad, and for some viewers, when there’s something strange going on in the neighborhood, giving this legacy sequel a look might be the way to go.

Jungle Cruise does work better at home. It’s kind of the perfect watch-while-folding-laundry movie. I guess that’s a recommendation.

Belfast filled my heart with joy, and there’s nothing better than that.

The Electrical Life of Louis Wain is a suitably strange biopic that goes out of its way to emulate the documented idiosyncratic peculiarities of its subject. It’s also a movie I wish I enjoyed far more than I frustratingly did.

Passing lives in the brief looks that one woman wistfully gives to the other, the hidden message behind each of these momentary glances guaranteed to linger in my memory for a long time to come.

Dead & Beautiful has bite, and in this instance that’s enough to warrant a look.