If you’re in the mood for a semi-decent action movie that requires zero thinking, then I definitely recommend picking up a Plane ticket, preferably on the big screen.

The story is absolutely ridiculous, which is not due to poor writing or laziness. This movie knows what it is. It’s remarkably self-assured and dauntless from its opening moments until its final credits.

After Yang will reward those who take the time to ponder its small, powerful moments. 

The added wrinkle of potential death fills Puss in Boots: The Last Wish with, believe it or not, poignancy. But don’t worry. It still contains a plethora of fairy tale puns and juvenile hijinks that allows us to pull out as much poignancy as we wish - tons, some, or none - and still have a great time.

It’s certainly a “you gotta see this” type of film. It’s groundbreaking. It’s an amazing spectacle, especially in 3D. I just wish Cameron would have delivered a story whose emotional power comes close to matching the incredible world it takes place in.

I never thought I’d be talking about how a Pinocchio movie provides a blueprint for ideal societal change but … here I am. GdT’s Pinocchio provides a clear model for how we should behave in society.

That burden sometimes causes us to view the world in grayscale, covering uncomfortable details in a faded blur so we can get through the day. But there’s a danger in doing that. We lose sight not just of other people’s humanity, but our own.

There is a magic in fiction that transcends facts’ ability to provide meaning. It’s his ability to fill movies with that magic that makes Spielberg a genius. He just doesn’t use it here. 

Rian Johnson has solved the most difficult mystery of all - how to make a better film than Knives Out. 

An onion grows smaller every time it loses a layer. This film explodes, expanding in power not unlike the way All the President’s Men does. 

No longer a secret to the world, Wakanda must forge a new path forward without its protector, the Black Panther.

It’s the spiritual companion to UHF I never knew I needed, and it’s the most fun I’ve had watching a movie in a long, long time.

Thanks to Mamie Till-Mobley’s decision and now Ms. Chukwu’s potent rendering of her story, Emmett Till’s casket remains forever open. It’s not what we may want to see reflected in the mirror, but it’s essential viewing.

Raise a pint. The Banshees of Inersherin is film-craft at its highest level.

It’s not as bad a movie as a lot of critics are saying. But it ultimately feels soulless because it’s trying so hard to be someone else instead of exploring its own exciting possibilities.

Therapist Dr. Rose Cotter learns the hard way that just because someone smiles at you, it doesn’t mean they want to be your friend.

Too often Shakespeare is handled like it’s holy - too sacred to be fun. It’s wonderful to see a movie treat the Bard’s work as something to enjoy, and not to kneel down before. 

Director Brett Morgen doesn’t ask us to open up our David Bowie textbooks. He shoves us out the airplane doors, and we pray our parachutes work. We are flung into David Bowie’s world and are forced to make sense of him on our own terms.

I picture blue-faced Birdy riding a horse in front of a bunch of teenage girls screaming, “Freedom!” as they prepare to battle enormous armies of repugnant arranged marriages.

What is home? Is it a physical place? Is it the place you feel safest? Is it a place that you need to leave in order to find?