Mickey 17 may not end up being the year’s best film, but it will undoubtedly become one of its most essential.

There’s nothing robotic about Companion.

Night of the Comet: Forty years later, the end of the world remains as satirically prescient as ever. Bitchin’, isn’t it?

Venom: The Last Dance is even more gloriously daft than its predecessors were.

A Quiet Place: Part One isn’t only a fantastic prequel, it’s just plain great all on its own outside of the two wonderful A Quiet Place films that preceded it.

The V/H/S series happily shows no sign of slowing down, and V/H/S/Beyond is as thrilling an entry as any that has come before it.

A lot of people are going to have a grand time watching Transformers One. Sadly, I am not one of them.

As a straightforward monster-in-a-haunted-house variation with an exceptionally high body count, Alien: Romulus tends to be a lot of suitably nasty fun.

Much like a destructive storm that blows itself out with nary a discernible rhyme or reason, all Twisters left in its wake was a metaphorical mess that left me sadly despondent.