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.

Barbie is a triumph.

Joy Ride is laugh-out-loud funny.