I loved Top Gun: Maverick. This sequel hasn’t lost that loving feeling. It’s the best of the best, making this return flight to the danger zone a rapturous aerial extravaganza that frankly took my breath away.
Treasure of the Four Crowns is certifiably insane. It’s also spectacularly entertaining, reveling in its inherent madness so thoroughly that it’s impossible not to be impressed by all of the inventively deranged absurdity.
It doesn’t happen immediately, but when it matters most, Raimi unleashes all of the crazy, comedically vaudevillian, blood-soaked, visually audacious tricks fans expect from him, and Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness comes alive like no other MCU entry in recent memory.
The Bad Guys is an awful lot of fun.
A sensory triumph more than it is an emotional one, The Northman is nonetheless an enthralling endeavor, everything building to a crushing finale of senseless masculine bravado that’s as gut-wrenchingly beautiful as it is tragically heartbreaking.
Cage knocks it out of the park, making The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent a triumphant culmination of a career that’s hopefully far from over.
While not nearly as fresh as its predecessor, this second helping of blood-splattered dystopian craziness is still a decent bit of fun.
I had a blast while watching Ambulance. This crazed shot of pure melodramatically idiotic adrenaline was just what I needed, the thunderous roar of every engine a fast and furious joy worth getting excited about.
Morbius isn’t a bad movie. It also isn’t a particularly memorable one.