With MacDowell’s magnificence holding things together, and with the filmmakers showing an resolute ability to cut to the emotional heart of the matter with such incisive meticulousness, the fact that I don’t particularly care for Love After Love near as much as I probably should is as surprising to me as it likely will be to anyone else.

Michele Soalvi’s The Church is absolutely bonkers. Not so much scary as it is gruesomely unhinged, this paranormal possession story of damnation and selfless sacrifice is impossible to forget and even more difficult for genre fanatics to resist.

All of which makes Pyewacket a rewarding genre rollercoaster flaws and all, and if one is going to venture alone into the woods looking for a good scare MacDonald’s latest hike into the unknown is an awfully good place to start.

While a step up from Cline’s book, and while Spielberg does make a number of attempts to comment and dissect many of the more noxious elements regarding gender and race that are found inside the story, Ready Player One never seems to be fully able to reconcile any of its major themes in ways that aren’t either condescending or offensive.

I can’t say Faces Places was the best documentary I saw in 2017, but it is without a doubt one of the more giddily and exuberantly enjoyable motion pictures I’ve had the pleasure to watch in quite some time.

If After Louie can sometimes come across as a little didactic and slightly melodramatic, the stellar acting, especially from Cumming, makes those missteps feel relatively insignificant. This is a good movie. Here’s hoping interested viewers take the time to see it.

But it’s Deutch that has me most excited. She’s so phenomenal here that I’ll watch Flower multiple times just so I can dissect her performance in more exacting detail after each viewing.

Kaijus and Jaegers might be back fighting in Pacific Rim: Uprising, but that didn’t mean I felt anything sitting in the theatre watching them wrestle for supremacy, the end result a hopelessly dull battle royale that left me sadly dissatisfied.

Unsane is an emotional powder keg that only grows in strength as it goes along, the resultant explosion one I’m likely to still be feeling the aftereffects of for some time to come.