As a filmmaker, octogenarian Sir Ridley Scott has opted toward the bombastic: spectacle-laced CGI effect showcases, attempting epic sweep with a fulcrum of bombardment.

Twisters is a bigger mess than the towns it depicts after a direct hit.

Dune: Part Two seems intent on convincing us that explosions are the same thing as plot.

This installment delivers more chuckles than all six past films combined.

Serves as a raucously rousing send-off for both its iconic character and main star.

Vol. 3 is overly dark, overly busy and often overly dull.

The adventure and adrenaline are the stars, and here, they’re as bright as anything else put out this year.

An economy-class ticket has rarely been this entertaining.

Lightyear mixes emotions from Up and physics from Interstellar for a disappointing animated retcon of the beloved titular character.

Jurassic World Dominion starts off at the pace of a lumbering Stegosaurus before finally picking up speed to Velociraptor levels later on.

An errant large asteroid wouldn’t be enough to wipe away this mess.

Top Gun: Maverick caught me off guard and completed its mission by winning me over.