80 for Brady marches down the field, throwing passes composed of happiness, running between the tackles with a ball made out of amity.

For every positive stride Shyamalan takes toward LGBTQ representation in Hollywood, there are almost as many going upsettingly backward, and I’m starting to think Knock at the Cabin was one cinematic rap on the door I should have left unanswered.

Celebrating its 25th birthday, Ma Vie en Rose remains a perfectly pink life-affirming marvel.

Cloverfield is an outstanding giant monster movie, and it has only gotten better over the past 15 years.

There is a nifty idea sitting at the center of Kids vs. Aliens. Too bad Eisner and his talented team don’t end up doing anything equally nifty with it.

Missing is a tensely enjoyable roller-coaster ride that had my eyes glued to the screen.

Plane achieves liftoff, and for old-school action fanatics, even if it doesn’t stick the landing, watching it skid wildly off the runway into a ditch with such raucous aplomb is as ridiculous as it is wonderful.

While far from the near-brilliance of Backman’s novel, A Man Called Otto is a nice adaptation with strong performances that kept me pleasantly entertained for most of its running time.

Pretty positive M3GAN and I will be friends to the end.