Spending time with The Thursday Murder Club was an afternoon well spent, and if they hold additional meetings in the future, I’ll gladly clear my calendar in order to attend.

Honey Don’t! is a ray of light amid all the sun-drenched, California desert, daytime darkness, and the burn it leaves behind is glorious.

Black Bag is a dinner party game of seduction, revelation, and retribution better played without knowing all the rules beforehand.

Juror #2 is a bona fide crowd-pleaser that’s guilty of being hugely entertaining.

Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece of voyeuristic suspense and the preternatural beauty of Grace Kelly remain as timeless as ever

There is a beauteously ruthless toxicity to Mollner’s cruel world that’s honestly glorious, and for those that get on his wavelength, Strange Darling is a great deal of malicious fun.

I felt like watching Crescent City was a waste of my time, and as far as I’m concerned that says it all.

Longlegs twists the knife in elegantly troubling ways.

Wicked Little Letters is one of those stories that would never be believable if it hadn’t actually happened.