Janney is particularly strong, and while I won’t say I needed to see her channeling her inner Liam Neeson, now that I’ve done so, I’m quite glad this bit of absurd strangeness has miraculously happened.

Prince-Bythewood remembers to ground events in a distinctly human quality, putting character first and making sure each member of her cast has multiple moments to make their characters come alive.

Honk for Jesus. Save Your Soul. is a chronicle of a woman at a crossroads analyzing life, love, and God in excruciating detail, and not necessarily in that order.

Three Thousand Years of Longing is the story of life, and as frustrating and maddening as that can be, it’s also quite beautiful: the continual hope for a better tomorrow is a wish worth making, no matter what the risks.

“We are more resilient than we know, especially when we’re faced with life’s greatest obstacles.”
– Olivia Newman

Few films from the past few years have given me as much continuous pleasure as Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris.

Where the Crawdads Sing is an old-school Southern melodrama told in big, broad brushstrokes. It wears its emotional machinations proudly on its sleeve.

If this overheated phantasmagorical whirligig didn’t quite set my heart on fire, thanks in large part to Butler’s mesmerizing magnificence, I still couldn’t have stopped falling in love with Elvis even had I wanted to try.

Spiderhead is a great Twilight Zone or Black Mirror scenario, only one that offers up a terrific idea, asks several fascinating questions, and then frustratingly doesn’t know how to reach a satisfying resolution.