Jamie Blanks’ Valentine has aged rather well. A movie I didn’t care for at the time of its release, I now see a lot more f merit this slasher throwback than I admittedly did back in 2001.
Vietnamese action-thriller Furie is very, very good.
I loved Captain Marvel. More than that, I can’t wait to see it again.
Creed II feels more like a Rocky sequel than it does a direct follow-up to 2015’s Academy Award-nominated Creed, but that doesn’t make it any less entertaining.
Huppert’s vicious little performance is the raison d’être to give Greta a look, Huppert dominating to such a staggering degree it’s doubtful the thriller would have been even passingly worthwhile had she declined to be a part of the production.
But the heart and soul of Fighting with My Family is Pugh. She’s wonderful, and I loved just how open-hearted her performance as Saraya turned out to be.
In this supposed final installment, the filmmaker has delivered in ways that are affectionately wondrous, events in How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World building to an emotional knockout punch that had me holding back tears while at the same time wanting to rise to my feet and cheer.
Arctic is a fine thriller that stuck with me long after it had come to an end, its existential exploration of humanity’s will to survive under the harshest of conditions a hypnotic cinematic sojourn I’d willingly go on again at a moment’s notice.
Donnybrook matters because it doesn’t hesitate to speak truth to power in ways that go from unpleasant to unbearable in the blink of an eye. It is a timely parable of life’s indignities that cuts right to the marrow, its pugilistic nightmares universal in their all-encompassing emotional magnitude.