Ride Along is rarely funny. More than that, Hart and Cube aren’t all that great a team.

The Legend of Hercules isn’t good, and it doesn’t take a lightning bolt flung from the hand of Zeus for even the most clueless viewer to recognize that fact and treat it as the gospel truth.

Cold Comes the Night is a B-movie noir handsomely mounted and professionally acted, both Cranston and Eve giving far more of themselves to the production than it probably deserves. The script, credited to director Tze Chun, Osgood Perkins and Nick Simon, doesn’t do a ton that isn’t expected, and other than a rather sudden bullet directed into the head of a relative innocent I can’t say I was ever shocked by anything that took place.

Love Survivor not just a touching testament to the soldiers who fight and die for the country that the love but also a rousing aria speaking to the better angels the world over hoping to make it a better place to live for each and every one of us.

Raze packs quite a punch. I’m just not sure I’m entirely glad I sat there willingly taking them.

The central mythos behind these Paranormal Activity adventures is intriguing, but the meandering nature propelling The Marked Ones onward is growing tiresome. It’s getting played out, the handicaps of the ‘found footage’ framing device starting to handicap the proceedings more than they are helping it rustle up tension or scares.

But taken on its own, with the weight of expectation and thoughts of all the delays, hiccups and production woes set aside, this 47 Ronin isn’t without its enjoyable aspects. In fact, if it had a few more of them, just a couple, I might have been willing to try and convince interested parties to buy a matinee ticket and give the film a chance.

But like a Tennessee Williams play drug through the Oklahoma mud, as despicable and as ugly as much of what transpires over a couple days with the Westons might be it’s still a heck of a lot of fun to behold. Each character, no matter how brief the time they have on the screen, is a complicated morass of human frailties and failings, each trying their best to trudge their way through them as they look to find a semblance of happiness and peace they rarely get the opportunity to know.

A familial mystery of regret, lies, love, longing and desire, The Past is a reserved marvel of human understanding that builds to a striking conclusion of poignant majesty, the truths being explored not so much surprising as they are heartrendingly universal.