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Barely a movie, more of a backdoor pilot for an FX series that would have aired in 2009.
Britain’s politest bear is back when it feels like the world needs him most.
Oops, all Incredible Hulk sequels!
I mean, I cried, but felt manipulated to do so.
Only Amanda Kramer could make me believe that being inanimate feels more exciting than being alive.
Not so painful as early-year slop goes, but nothing to get doe-eyed over.
Now to watch every girl trick their situationship in a cabin in the woods and leave them chained. As they should.
Like a long episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia if the gang were millennials.
This was so sweet, I wish Michigan were real.
A delightful, cozy buddy comedy caper with the right amount of raunch and heart.
Adheres to the conformity of the music biopic format in all its Wikipedia-page-turned-screenplay characteristics.
I’m glad Barry Jenkins got his bag, though.
Works as a superb adaptation of Sonic Adventure 2 and the most refined Sonic film installment to date.
September 5 is so wrapped up in trying to be apolitical with this pivotal moment in media journalism history that it forgot to instill humanity or a moral compass.
So long Sony Marvel Universe, don't let the door hit you on the way out.
The War of the Rohirrim, proves that Middle Earth is gorgeous in all mediums, even though it's bottled in a rather underwhelming tale.
Artistic approach aside, I find Queer to be Guadagnino's most inventive and confident work to date.
This is a role we have never seen Pamela Anderson in before, and she is razzle-dazzling throughout.
And they were r-whoaoaoaoaaaaoooooo-mates.
What if I told you that one of the year’s finest dramas takes place in a remote Italian mountain town set in 1944?
an overpriced dreck of a Christmas movie devoid of Yuletide cheer.
Megan Park is two for two with a strong and resonant flick about reconciling with your younger self.
Wallace & Gromit. They are Britain's finest export right next to Paddington Bear.
'Venom: The Last Dance’ Review: SymBrock Face their Curtain Call in Another Typical Sony/Marvel Mess
A mediocre finale to a rather lackluster superhero trilogy.
Like ‘Homeward Bound’ in a biblical sense, but with no dialogue and GameCube-era cel-shaded textures.
Sean Baker's Anora is a remarkable portrait of the American dreamers and go-getters of the Gen-Z kind.
NYFF 2024: A soulful look at the mortality of man, and the finest Paul Schrader has been in years.
Perry achieves the ultimate feat of having one's cake and eating it too.
Not even Ayo Edebiri and John Malkovich can save this "We have Get Out and The Menu at home" misfire.