Saltburn never plays it safe, and where Fennell takes things is guaranteed to anger a fair share of the viewing public.

On its 75th anniversary, the transformative wonders of The Red Shoes continue to dance its way into my heart

Priscilla is a vibe. It’s a viscerally emotive whirlwind that sweeps around the viewer with hurricane-like intensity.

As slight and as inconsequential as it may be, The Killer is still quite amusing, even if it does vanish from memory not too long after the story’s events have concluded.

Scorsese looks the audience in the eye, daring us to turn away, knowing that if we do, then we’re not only willing to purposefully not learn from our rancid and racist history but, even more appallingly, we’re ready to forgive it, too.

Terrence Malick’s ethereal, windswept ballad of love, lust, and nature’s wrath remains an otherworldly triumph

But it is the masterful human saga at The Creator’s center that makes it special, and even if this story isn’t especially innovative, the emotions fueling the action are so intimately satisfying that they lingered with me for hours afterward.

Maggie Greenwald’s revisionist 1993 Western remains a bleak feminist drama of gender identity and self-determination

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