Kids will undoubtedly disagree with me on Jungle Cruise, and had I watched this one with eight-year-old eyes possibly I’d think differently about all this cartoonish hooey.
In the Heights is an epic celebration of humanity I’ll be thinking about for the remainder of 2021.
Something of an interstellar Lord of the Flies, after a somewhat rushed and lumpy start Neil Burger’s science fiction thriller Voyagers rights the ship and ends up traveling to an emotionally satisfying place.
Cameron Crowe’s Elizabethtown has only gotten better with age, and I’m starting to think if it might actually be one of the writer-director stronger motion pictures.
Little Fish brings a refreshing aura of hope to what initially appears to be a situation entirely absent of it, making this love story a sterling reminder that little things can work miracles, and making authentic human connections – no matter how they occur – a priceless gift worth celebrating.
Supernova annihilated me.
Murphy’s joy in slapping me silly for every second of The Prom’s laborious 130 minutes was more than I could take, this laudably inclusive LGBTQ high school musical a celebratory dance I’d rather not have been invited to attend.
Songbird pushes buttons that feel ugly and inappropriate, all of which makes giving the film any sort of fair assessment difficult to do.
Happiest Season is a comfortingly romantic present almost guaranteed to bring its recipient joy, and all things considered in a year overflowing with humbug this small gift of holiday cheer is more than enough to satisfy.