“God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people’s minds with our high voltage rock. In your name, we pray. Amen.”

– Dewey Finn

Dumb Money is a fun time at the movie theater, but not an especially edifying one.

The Portokalos clan’s purportedly final adventure (although I wouldn’t bet on that being true) is a tourist trap of emotional pabulum laid on as thick as freshly mixed tzatziki sauce.

The Flash plays a little better the second time around, but I still found it’s main issues impossible to overlook. It’s a mixed bag, entertaining in spurts, but never consistently.

Bottoms is a riotous assault on the status quo, making this Queer gem of revolutionary bedlam a sex-positive sensation that grabbed me by the jugular and refused to let go.

Strays pawed its way into my heart, and I’m not even that much of a dog lover.

While there are undeniable instances of magic, there are just as many unintentionally laughable ones right along with them.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem is a heck of a lot of fun.

Haunted Mansion comes so close to being good that it’s honestly infuriating that it comes up short. It’s frankly annoying.