I was disappointed by this iteration of Last Breath. Chris has an incredible story. The same goes for all of those who were involved with his rescue. But I didn’t care. Not about Chris. Not about his shipmates. Not about any of it. Talk about a tragedy.

Boys Don’t Cry: Celebrating the complicated, problematic legacy of an essential entry in the LGBTQ cinematic canon on its 25th anniversary

Dumb Money is a fun time at the movie theater, but not an especially edifying one.

Air is phenomenally entertaining.

Based on articles written by New York Times reporters Megan Twohey and Jodi Kantor in 2017, the investigative journalism procedural She Said is as enthralling as it is infuriating.

Kidman is extraordinary.

Scott dares the audience to accept what he is doing, no questions asked, making House of Gucci a lethally deranged haute couture treatise on avarice, fashion, family and fame I’m going to be thinking about for a long time to come.

King Richard is one of 2021’s best films. See it at once.

The Electrical Life of Louis Wain is a suitably strange biopic that goes out of its way to emulate the documented idiosyncratic peculiarities of its subject. It’s also a movie I wish I enjoyed far more than I frustratingly did.