Michael is bad, so bad. Worst of all, I think it knows it.

Not a ghost story. Not a love story. Maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s not. What is accurate is to say that Mother Mary is an impressively labyrinthine sojourn into creation, art, music, and interpersonal connection that eschew gender, sexuality, and societal norms to become something else entirely. Something new. Something mythic. Something almost certain to last forever.

Fairy tale throwback You, Me & Tuscany is a shamelessly sunny old-school Hollywood romcom.

The Drama is not your standard marital farce romantic comedy.

Project Hail Mary is a richly rewarding sojourn into the unknown that celebrates intelligence and selflessness.

Calling this invigorating cinematic caterwaul magnificent would be an injustice. The Bride! is so much better than that.

How to Make a Killing latest is dead on arrival.

While there’s plenty about the director’s latest I could nitpick, the honesty that fuels Jimpa is striking, as are the electrifying performances from Colman and Mason-Hyde. I was moved.

Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights” is like some crazed, hyperactive, colorfully masochistic music video interpretation, complete with pulse-pounding technopop interludes courtesy of chart-topping superstar Charli XCX.