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.

Tailgate introduces a villainous stalker for the ages, and the next time I’m behind the wheel I’ll be on my best behavior just to play it safe.

Masquerade pulls off this final act of subterfuge just well enough I do believe some will come away suitably shocked and impressed, and maybe that’s enough for this one to warrant a mild recommendation.

“One of the great things about film, and storytelling in general, is that everything is relevant.”
– Wyatt Rockefeller

scape Room: Tournament of Champions isn’t exactly victorious, but it doesn’t lose the game, either.

Old says something about life that’s as profound as it is frightening, the nebulous, beauteously unfathomable peculiarities a human life is born to navigate from first breath to last ambitiously displayed in all their monstrous ambiguity.