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.

Kids will undoubtedly disagree with me on Jungle Cruise, and had I watched this one with eight-year-old eyes possibly I’d think differently about all this cartoonish hooey.

F9 takes the saga to a place that’s out of this world, and even that wasn’t enough to maintain my interest for all 145 minutes.

Godzilla vs. Kong is a sensory feast.

Spirit Untamed is a lot easier to respect than it is to enjoy, and unlike its predecessor, this isn’t a piece of feel-good animation I’m likely to revisit anytime soon.

Wonder Woman 1984 is worthwhile mainly because its sense of hopeful uplift is genuine.