This superpowered comic book origin story could easily be mistaken for the dictionary definition of “meh.”

Moana 2 is hardly smooth sailing, but it does have its charms. I’ll leave it up to the passage of time to discover how lasting they are, and just how far this sequel can ultimately go.

As much as I wish the filmmaking team had refrained from splitting the story into pieces and delivered one three-hour musical adventure, Wicked: Part One won me over. There is magic here — elements that defy conventional cinematic gravity — and I’m not about to let my reservations bring me down.

While I am as cynical about the current state of the human condition as anyone, Red One taps into something honest and hopeful. Right now, with all that’s going on in the real world, those aren’t emotional states of being I want to take for granted. More importantly, I’d like to believe I’m not the only one who feels that way.

In less than 90 minutes, My Old Ass covers a lot of fertile territory, with barely a false beat and precious little nonsense.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice gets so much right it’s easy to gloss over the majority of its more obvious missteps.

Feminine journeys through the Hyborian Age with Robert E. Howard’s sword-wielding barbarian icon

Warner’s 4K presentation is immaculate, and the bountiful bonus features makes this one of the best — if not the best — physical media releases of the entire Monsterverse up to this point. For fans, this disc comes highly recommended.

But that instantaneous feeling of giddy euphoria? That hasn’t happened since The Road Warrior. Hasn’t happened, that is, until now. Until after watching Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga.