Cameron Crowe’s Elizabethtown has only gotten better with age, and I’m starting to think if it might actually be one of the writer-director stronger motion pictures.

Little Fish brings a refreshing aura of hope to what initially appears to be a situation entirely absent of it, making this love story a sterling reminder that little things can work miracles, and making authentic human connections – no matter how they occur – a priceless gift worth celebrating.

Supernova annihilated me.

Murphy’s joy in slapping me silly for every second of The Prom’s laborious 130 minutes was more than I could take, this laudably inclusive LGBTQ high school musical a celebratory dance I’d rather not have been invited to attend.

Songbird pushes buttons that feel ugly and inappropriate, all of which makes giving the film any sort of fair assessment difficult to do.

Happiest Season is a comfortingly romantic present almost guaranteed to bring its recipient joy, and all things considered in a year overflowing with humbug this small gift of holiday cheer is more than enough to satisfy.

Rebecca left me wanting more, this emotionally flaccid retelling of one of literature’s greatest gothic romances a frustrating waste of time.

This Valley Girl musical remake was a lot easier to watch the second time around. I’m still a little frustrated by the film, but not nearly as egregiously so as I was earlier this year.

Spontaneous raucously combusts like no other horror-comedy this year.