Sean Baker’s pronounced humanism is one of his strongest superpowers as a director. Whether they are trans sex workers (Tangerine), young children living in a motel (The Florida Project), or con artists new to town (Red Rocket), his generosity with his characters always shines.

Instead of an organic sense of nostalgia, Here lands more like a sappy greeting card: visually appealing but hollow.

Conclave is a brilliant example of slow-burn, understated storytelling that works.

The title refers to a singular fluid, but there are actually a great many other substances at play.

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

Inside Out 2 is a schizophrenic jumble with everyone spread way too thin.

Tuesday manages to poke and prod at the fragile tendrils of a topic laden with countless taboos and cultural beliefs.

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

Barbie is akin to Joe Camel espousing the virtues of a healthy lifestyle.

A masterwork that stands head and shoulders above Nolan’s already-impressive past catalogue.

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.