Bringing Up Baby: Childhood memories, “third grandmothers,” and celebrating the 85th birthday of an essential Grant-Hepburn screwball classic

I say give Operation Fortune a chance, as it may just steal your heart.

If nothing else, Cocaine Bear does not try to sell itself as something it is not. There is a bear. It is addicted to cocaine. It proceeds to kill several people. Gory, whacked-out weirdness transpires over an economical 95 minutes.

On its 30th anniversary, Joe Dante’s timeless Matinee remains one of the best movies about movies ever made.

80 for Brady marches down the field, throwing passes composed of happiness, running between the tackles with a ball made out of amity.

Celebrating its 25th birthday, Ma Vie en Rose remains a perfectly pink life-affirming marvel.

While far from the near-brilliance of Backman’s novel, A Man Called Otto is a nice adaptation with strong performances that kept me pleasantly entertained for most of its running time.

I know what Chazelle is trying to say with Babylon, but it’s all for naught.

I believe in Santa Claus: Unwrapping the magical pleasures of Miracle on 34th Street on its 75th anniversary