F1: The Movie is nearly a lap-by-lap redux of 1990’s Days of Thunder.

With few exceptions, the previous M:I films, all of which arguably compromise the best and most consistent full-throttle action series in Hollywood history, were such a joy, in part, because of the way they nimbly set up their massive heist set-pieces, upping the stakes with each turn. There are few things more deeply satisfying to watch than a tight, well-executed plan bucking against insurmountable odds, especially when the plan, even if far-fetched, feels reasonably logical. 

The film has more coherence and gravity than the recent offerings the MCU has been able to muster over the last few years.

Bong Joon Ho is like an avant garde chef who’s opened a pop up kitchen in some strange part of the city you don’t know very well. You don’t know what to expect, but when you try the food, it’s a brilliant combination of disparate ingredients you never would have thought to put together

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.