Kelsey Grammer and Kristen Bell as the workaholic father and daughter who missed out on the joys of family, keep it believable and poignant by delivering constant nuance performances.
Bo Burnham, in his first feature effort, has written and directed the perfect John Hughes movie intended for parents.
The triplets are natural story tellers and actors and the sad reveal of their post eighties fame unravels with regrets, poignancy, pathos and an overpowering sense of their losses and their tragedy.
Thanos snapping his finger and disposing of half the MCU is the best thing that could happen to those not wanting to sit through another third or fourth iteration of critically lauded and wildly fan applauded Marvel mythology.
The Bleeding Edge is a cry for caution for patients not to accept the latest and greatest unless it has been thoroughly tried and true.
Extinction is wry enough to avoid its title.
Blindspotting is pure Oakland, pure there there. It drills down into the city’s essence and finds not just a physical place but the perfect metaphor for a divided and disenchanted America struggling and resisting change.