The last third of Spider-Man: No Way Home is excellent. There is some wonderful closure for a few characters who never got any in their previous appearances, while this version of Peter Parker gets some agency largely disconnected from the rest of Earth’s mightiest heroes.
Encanto earns its tears, this aria to familial togetherness a loving concerto of community I’d happily hum along with whenever the opportunity to do so might arise.
Ghostbusters: Afterlife makes more good calls than bad, and for some viewers, when there’s something strange going on in the neighborhood, giving this legacy sequel a look might be the way to go.
Jungle Cruise does work better at home. It’s kind of the perfect watch-while-folding-laundry movie. I guess that’s a recommendation.
Eternals shoots for the stars, and if the finished feature isn’t quite out of this world, it’s still close enough to getting there that my interest in seeing where these characters go next is exceedingly high.
This Dune, for all its technical virtuosity, is stranded in an emotionally barren desert.
Valdimar Jóhannsson’s feature-length debut Lamb is one of the more captivatingly daft, yet oddly heartbreaking, motion pictures I’ve seen this year.
Cinderella gave me a headache, and that might be the nicest thing I have to say on the matter.
Shang-Chi kicks butt, just not enough of it to fully satisfy.