Unless you’re a diehard Disney fanatic/collector who just must have every single item released by the studio, there isn’t a great reason to double-dip on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Handing things over to upcoming filmmaker Travis Z (Scavengers), the idea apparently was to treat the material in roughly the same way Gus Van Sant tackled Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 classic Psycho back in 1998. In other words, it’s the exact same movie, virtually scene-for-scene and line-for-line, making the remake nothing short of pointless.

Dakota Johnson is a star. Leslie Mann is as talented an actress as there is working today deserving of a movie to call her own. Rebel Wilson, when used correctly, can produce belly laughs better than just about anyone. Those are the three things I took away from watching the amenable, generally amusing if moderately forgettable comedy How to Be Single, the movie never quite coming into its own yet hardly what I’d call a waste of time.

There is an unvarnished innocence to Nina Forever that I was decidedly captivated by. The Blaine brothers mine universal territory here, embracing emotions familiar to just about everyone, doing so in the context of a love triangle where one party to the affair is a talkative corpse.

But for me, while not a film likely to have a lot in the way of staying power, I still enjoyed Zoolander 2, the sequel reminding me that Stiller is a creatively inspired director who should probably step behind the camera more often than he right now does.

[Deadpool] is a fun, hyper-violent, gleefully perverse frolic into the super-powered absurd, and if a sequel does end up happening I could envision a scenario where it does get the opportunity to push the sort of boundaries of good taste this origin tale only hints at trying to demolish.

Much like [Joel and Ethan Coen’s] superb, achingly personal satire A Serious Man, the world of Hail, Caesar! ends with a final image that will leave many perplexed, some annoyed and almost all questioning what it is exactly Joel and Ethan are trying to say. In other words, it’s perfect, and like the best of the duo’s achievements it’s an ending I’m going to be pondering for quite a long time to come.

If things ultimately go off the rails they don’t do so in a way that causes any lasting damage, the film’s final moments packing enough of an emotional, and in some ways spiritual, wallop to more than make up for the overblown complexity of the storytelling tricks Hall eventually opts to revel in.

The last third, in particular, is a model of kinetic efficiency, and even though by then I was pretty certain I had a good grasp on what was going to happen and when because the filmmaking was so strong I sat right there on the edge of my seat all the same anyhow. The Pack is pretty terrific, and I can’t wait to return for a second bite sometime soon.