Jackson Kim Murphy

“Booksmart” is a story of female friendship. And Wilde made clear that she wanted to highlight the enthusiasm coming from different people.

“Either it’s all a joke or none of it is,” Bruce Banner quips about his time travel research, inadvertantly diagnosing the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Denis’ vision of space as a lifeless ocean where dead bodies sink like rocks and her attention to corporeal bodies.

“A country where the power of being a bad seed means you cannot exist anymore; there is no chance to be saved,” Denis said. “And, me, I always have a little problem with that. I think there should be a second chance.”

“Missing Link” never displays an ambition to be more than pleasant company, but its hearty success makes it a tonic against the hyperactive babel that crowds the market.

Tim Burton is an anomaly. Ranking his films entails touching the peaks of soul-bearing creativity and diving into laziness that stinks of self-loathing.

It’s a cardinal truth that the genre, in its pursuit of interconnected architectures precipitated on crossovers and team-ups, has largely left behind. Being “faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound” comes with bragging rights.

An impersonal reimagining of an artistic Hail Mary for the purpose of a box office guarantor, the film is one of those chores that’s somehow both bloated with inanities and empty of vision.

The 2010s imitate the 1940s, folding the past into the present, achieving an arresting political statement.