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.

The primary reason the reasonably strong performances don’t elevate Gran Turismo to being worthwhile is that other than for a couple of noteworthy sequences (including one stunning crash), the racing sequences are not very good.

As slight as it may be, Red, White & Royal Blue is a winning romantic comedy that will leave viewers smiling and, in this instance at least, that’s more than enough to satisfy.

Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer is the type of old-school, star-studded, epic historical biography Hollywood does not make anymore.

I have a sneaky suspicion I’m going to be pondering the myriad ins and outs of You Hurt My Feelings for quite some time.

Much like the first film, Book Club: The Next Chapter is another easygoing lark that does zero that’s unexpected yet still generates just enough genuine laughter to make its sitcom-level simplicity bearable.

Sidney Lumet’s 12 Angry Men remains a masterpiece.