The Book of Henry has issues, big ones, but subject matter I do not believe is one of them, the emotional richness flowing through these intergenerational familial revelations ones I continually responded to no matter how upsetting and uncomfortable the story itself might oftentimes be.
[Just] because Cars 3 is unlikely to win any awards or be remembered as one of the year’s great animated features doesn’t make it any less entertaining. Lightning’s return to the motor speedway is worthy of appreciation, the film’s eventual victory as unexpected as it is absolute.
It Comes At Night is anchored in a nihilistic fatalism that’s painfully catastrophic. It’s a downbeat eulogy to a story that’s been heading in that direction right from its opening image, those anticipating something different likely to walk away afterward scratching their head wondering what it was they just experienced.
If this is what Universal’s Dark Universe is going to be like, I can’t say I’m excited, and as a genre fanatic who adores the likes of The Wolf Man, Dracula, Frankenstein et al, that is about as depressing a sentence as any I’ll likely write this year.
[By] refusing to reveal Rachel’s role one way or the other as it pertains to Ambrose’s demise, there is a strong, deeply disquieting emotional component that is disturbingly effective. Michell does Du Maurier’s story proud, the My Cousin Rachel offering up a quietly tragic romantic melancholy I found impossible to resist.
Stoller and Soren do a fine job making this adventure in growing up entertaining for kid and adult alike, and while I can’t foresee Captain Underpants: The First Epic Adventure spawning any additional cinematic chapters in George and Harold’s heroic tale, if it sends viewers to the library and the bookstore to discover what happens next that’s perfectly fine by me.
Wonder Woman is grandly entertaining, offering up a hero whose heart and sincerity reveal a palpable sense of decency and self-sacrifice our modern world could use to learn a little from.
Goodman continues to impress from a directorial standpoint, Black Butterfly a strong, if still somewhat vexing, thriller I’m glad I took the time to watch.
I won’t hold it against anyone who is entertained by Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales…But even with a not-so-subtle passing of the torch hinting at potential future sequels or spinoffs, here’s hoping this really is the last cruise of the Black Pearl, those pirates at Disney getting away with stealing way too many box office dollars by delivering one underwhelming voyage after another for far too long.