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.

I was never able to let myself go and enjoy all this loopy jungle madness, The Lost City coming across as too mechanically forgettable for my tastes.

Instead of taking the easy way out, the aftereffects of tragedy and loss are allowed to linger in ways atypical for genre fair like this, granting The Adam Project an extra layer of empathetic hopefulness that’s lovely.

There is something triumphant about Reeves’ The Batman, and I do like where the film leaves the character before the screen fades to black. But so many aspects don’t come together, each refusing to resonate no matter how much I wished otherwise.