Spiderhead is a great Twilight Zone or Black Mirror scenario, only one that offers up a terrific idea, asks several fascinating questions, and then frustratingly doesn’t know how to reach a satisfying resolution.
Crimes of the Future is a futuristically retro slice of body horror that left me speechless. It is a twisted descent into madness, refusing to coddle its audience or offer up a single happy ending. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
There is something undeniably wholesome about The Bob’s Burgers Movie, the warmth, love, and positivity that it exudes filling my soul with joy even if I knew some of the references and inside jokes were flying over my head.
There is something triumphant about Reeves’ The Batman, and I do like where the film leaves the character before the screen fades to black. But so many aspects don’t come together, each refusing to resonate no matter how much I wished otherwise.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy has only gotten better with age.
Branagh remains a sublime Poirot, and his direction of the material is frequently marvelous.
Guillermo del Toro’s ambitious adaptation of William Lindsay Gresham’s 1946 novel Nightmare Alley might be the most visually stunning motion picture I’ve seen this year. If only I felt the same about the film’s emotional components.
Werewolves Within is likely going to make my 2021 top ten list. It’s great.
The beat just felt a little off, and I can’t say I think that’s going to change if I were to give Last Night in Soho a second chance to win me over in the future.