Tully builds to a shattering climax that brought a cascade of tears to my eyes, Marlo’s destination as cathartic, and as gut-wrenching, as any I could have imagined it would be before the film began.
Make no mistake, RBG is massively enjoyable, watching Justice Ginsburg live her best life as joyous a spectacle as anything I’ll likely have the pleasure to sit through this year.
While there’s no doubt as to where any of this is headed, getting to that conclusion still isn’t without its rewards, and thanks to Kingsley’s excellence Backstabbing for Beginners is a suitably intelligent procedural thriller I’m glad I took the time to watch.
The Endless goes places that are both eerily unexpected and emotionally affecting, the all-encompassing monstrous beauty of this spellbinding sci-fi thriller impossible to understate.
Golden never manufactures anything approaching a consistent tone, and The Escape of Prisoner 614’s 1960s era trappings are so vague and nondescript I couldn’t help but wonder why the director seemed so intent on trying to establish them.
I cannot get past the simple truth that, in the end, as bad as it all appears, as amazing as the heroics might be and as astonishing as the fighting is, nothing happens in Avengers: Infinity War, all of the answers to the various questions aggressively put forth by the filmmakers to be answered in future MCU endeavors yet to be released.
Paddington 2 is still the best film I’ve watched in 2018. Stop. Period. End of sentence.
Wanderland is a quaint, endearingly eloquent miracle that meandered right into the center of my heart, the bliss I felt watching it a euphoric song I find I want to memorize and sing for myself.
The final moments of Ghost Stories are breathless in their overarching melancholic despair, the emotional tragedy of life’s bad decisions, missed opportunities and somber regrets taking a devastating toll.