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

Of all of the Laika films that the studio has released since 2009’s Coraline, I think ParaNorman has aged the best.

“I wouldn’t want to project any of my own expectations or hopes or desires onto anyone else. As an avid moviegoer, I like to go into a movie with an open mind and a clean slate, without all that noise around me of how I should feel or the messages I should take away.”
– Michael Ausiello

The hero may die, but love still lasts forever, and that makes Spoiler Alert a timeless romantic melodrama worth swooning over.

Violent Night does exactly what it sets out to do, and does so with panache, frivolity, and style. It’s a blood-splattered act of resistance, and not since Billy Chapman went on his Silent Night, Deadly Night rampage has a Santa Claus crushed so many skulls as he removes names from his extensive “naughty” list.