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.

For fans of each of treasure hunter Nathan Drake’s incredibly convoluted adventures, Uncharted is likely going to feel like a bona fide disaster.

I really didn’t like The Ice Age Adventures of Buck Wild, not at all, and I can’t wait to never think about it ever again.

Dune is a technical marvel, and Warner’s 4K presentation of Denis Villeneuve’s ambitious adaptation of roughly the first half of Frank Herbert’s novel is undeniably impressive.

The King’s Man is an abhorrently unlikable misfire, and I truly hope I do not have to see its like again anytime soon.

Encanto earns its tears, this aria to familial togetherness a loving concerto of community I’d happily hum along with whenever the opportunity to do so might arise.

Jungle Cruise does work better at home. It’s kind of the perfect watch-while-folding-laundry movie. I guess that’s a recommendation.

I gave Red Notice my full attention, and all it gave me back was a headache.

The Green Knight is an otherworldly tale told at a measured pace that doesn’t spoon-feed the viewer a single easy answer to any of its impenetrable psychoanalytical moralistic queries.