Where it counts most, Trust in Love gets almost everything right: the interactions between devoted parents and their hurting children, who try to act as if they stoically understand what is happening but on the inside are crumbling to pieces.

As a straightforward monster-in-a-haunted-house variation with an exceptionally high body count, Alien: Romulus tends to be a lot of suitably nasty fun.

For all the slit throats, close calls, electric shocks, and broken bones, Duchess fires too many blanks to be of any consequence.

It’s not often a motion picture makes me physically ill.

Deadpool & Wolverine is critic-proof.

The hypnotically bizarre The Vourdalak is a one-of-a-kind supernatural chiller directed with stylish creativity by inventive French newcomer Adrien Beau.

Feminine journeys through the Hyborian Age with Robert E. Howard’s sword-wielding barbarian icon

Much like a destructive storm that blows itself out with nary a discernible rhyme or reason, all Twisters left in its wake was a metaphorical mess that left me sadly despondent.

Fly Me to the Moon achieves liftoff through sharp direction, clever screenwriting, and good, old-fashioned megawatt celluloid star power.