A Castle for Christmas may be slight, but that doesn’t make it minor, and as yuletide presents go, this is one gift I’m happy I took the time to unwrap.

While Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City has its moments, it doesn’t have enough of them to make watching the movie in its entirety worthwhile.

Encanto earns its tears, this aria to familial togetherness a loving concerto of community I’d happily hum along with whenever the opportunity to do so might arise.

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.