“Don’t let the confines of life and society keep you from being who you are meant to be. Don’t give up. Go for it.”
– Hualālai Chung

Moana 2 is hardly smooth sailing, but it does have its charms. I’ll leave it up to the passage of time to discover how lasting they are, and just how far this sequel can ultimately go.

Venom: The Last Dance is even more gloriously daft than its predecessors were.

Terrifier 3 is more of an audaciously repugnant test of endurance than it is anything else even moderately substantive. Interested parties already know who they are.

The V/H/S series happily shows no sign of slowing down, and V/H/S/Beyond is as thrilling an entry as any that has come before it.

In less than 90 minutes, My Old Ass covers a lot of fertile territory, with barely a false beat and precious little nonsense.

A lot of people are going to have a grand time watching Transformers One. Sadly, I am not one of them.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice gets so much right it’s easy to gloss over the majority of its more obvious missteps.

Where it counts most, Trust in Love gets almost everything right: the interactions between devoted parents and their hurting children, who try to act as if they stoically understand what is happening but on the inside are crumbling to pieces.