Copshop shoots up the screen with jovially pitch-black bravado.

For Kurosawa, Wife of a Spy is proof the director renowned in the late 1990s and throughout the 2000s as a modern master of horror hasn’t lost an ounce of his creative acumen.

Yakuza Princess never does enough to earn the throne.

While I have no idea if Behemoth is going to stick in my memory longer than the time it took me to write this review, I do know Sefchik’s name or his talent are items I’m going to be forgetting anytime soon.

There are things about Nia DaCosta’s Candyman that I will not talk about.

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It is a rather forgettable entry in the ever-expanding Conjuring universe and the only film featuring Ed and Lorraine Warren as the central characters I’ll never willingly choose to return to.

Habit Habit is something of a 1990s Pulp Fiction–style throwback with female leads who find themselves navigating a True Romance–meets–Sister Act type narrative that is as unwieldy as it is oddly compelling.

The Protégé is an aggressively nasty actioner that fearlessly mucks around in the mud while embracing practically all of its cartoonishly pulpy attributes.

Car chases. Shootouts. Brutal fights, many of them between multiple adversaries wielding clubs, knives and all sorts of slice-and-dice weaponry. It’s all here, and every bit is glorious.