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It seems like I gripe every year about how I'm too lazy to get my butt to the big screen, or there's not as many great films worth seeing anymore. I think 2024 is a year where things started to look up. There were several big films I was actually enthused to see, and I made the effort to visit the cinema more. I had a whopping 15 trips to the theater–it's not the most I've done in a year, but it's more than the last few years.
It's funny how many gosh darned sequels were put out this year. It wasn't just the regularly scheduled titles like Dune Part Two, the Mad Max spinoff/prequel, or the third Deadpool. We have a second Twister now, folks. I never would have seen that coming. Similarly, I never expected to see a second Beetlejuice rising from the grave. And, what's this–a new Gladiator for some reason? A new Joker movie? Another Beverly Hills Cop? An Omen prequel? A second Inside Out? Another Alien movie? Another Ghostbusters? A new Planet of the Apes? A Quiet Place prequel? Another Bad Boys? Kong and Godzilla again? Kung Fu Panda 4? Despicable Me 4? Moana 2?
Sure, why not? At first glance, it looks like the year of the sequels. Some of them work, some of them don't. Some of these have been pleasant surprises, bringing something fresh to the table, or bringing a welcome return of legacy characters and talent. The misfires haven't bugged me as deeply (although Joker: Folie à Deux is a head-scratcher).
However, there are good original titles coming out of the woodwork that offer a lot more pop and creativity that surpasses the usual slop of franchises. Whether it's the shocking Grand Guignol spectacle of The Substance, the spicy love triangle behind Challengers, the snappy levity of The Fall Guy, the emotional resonance of both The Wild Robot and Robot Dreams, or seeing the reinvention of Nosferatu into a nightmarish trance–these experiences struck me as genuinely engaging, interesting, worthwhile, and sometimes they were even moving. There have even been a few good eye-opening documentaries that deserve attention (between Super/Man, The Contestant, and Buy Now!).
There are a few bummers in the mix, but not nearly enough to drag the whole year down for me. Looking back on this year's films, I feel a little more excited than usual, even with the indulgence in sequels. Naturally, there are many films I missed and countless titles that are waiting to be discovered. But I do think I've seen enough to make an informed judgment on this year's line-up. Overall, I'd say it's been a pretty good year.
I still expect to follow-up and watch some of the ones I missed at some point, like Conclave, Kinds of Kindness, Anora, Hit Man, Juror #2, Love Lies Bleeding, We Live In Time, Blink Twice, Megalopolis, Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, Heretic, Transformers One, Smile 2, Wicked, Moana 2, and Despicable Me 4. If I'm really starved for entertainment, maybe I should check out Garfield, Harold and the Purple Crayon, and The Forge some day, since I saw those trailers nonstop all summer. I'm not in a hurry to see those though.
A crime drama like Sicario but with no tension? Lame.
A glitzy expressionist musical like The Great Gatsby but with weird singing and no memorable tunes? Lame.
This dour, weird, disconnected mess of a film somehow gained more Oscars nominations than Lord of the Rings: Return of the King? The lamest baloney since 2005's Crash.
It only gets lamer the more you look at it. This is a film set mostly in Mexico, but the filmmakers didn't research much about the country (and certainly didn't hire any Mexican actors), so of course Mexicans are ticked. This is a film that's supposed to champion the transgender experience, but the LGTBQ community isn't impressed. So who really even likes this film, other than the people running the Oscars?
The sad thing is that this could have probably worked as a decent film if it took a lot of different creative directions. I could honestly see this story and concept working under a different director, especially since so much of the film reminds me of other director's work (whether it be Pedro Almodóvar, Quentin Tarantino, or Baz Luhrmann). Anybody else would have been able to parse out the comedy, drama, and musical aspects in a much clearer way to foster a genuinely entertaining experience. As it is, the film we have is sort of a bland mush of all these elements, and it's lame.

Why is it so bloody hard to make a good film adaptation of a video game? You know you done messed up when two (soon to be three) Sonic The Hedgehog movies prove to be more successful than your crap.
Borderlands is frustrating on the grounds of its many missed opportunities and mismanaged elements. It shamelessly carries over many aspects of the games without much care or consideration for the worldbuilding that the games themselves are best known for. Even the execution of key characters and moments are surprisingly cringey. Most of it just feels off.
And yet, my monkey brain wasn't bored. It's not like the film isn't watchable or anything. Action scenes may be choppy and dumb, but I've seen worse. Sure, Lilith is off-brand, but I still enjoy watching Cate Blanchett take a stab at the role. I actually enjoyed her performance over everyone elses (even Jack Black's whom everyone seems to praise for some reason, but I just can't reconcile his voice with Claptrap's character–he sounds way too much like John Candy's robot from Heavy Metal and I think it's a poor fit). The visuals can be pretty to look at sometimes and there are a few good music cues. I probably would have graded this film higher if it was an original idea, but having played the games, I do see the vast number of missed potential and it is kind of a bummer.
It's easy to feel outraged by this bizarre follow-up, since the story goes through great lengths to tear down the payoffs that were set up in the previous film, making the audience feel jilted in the long run (and it's so hard to tell if it's intentional or unintentional—you can walk away from this feeling like the film is telling you you're an idiot for idolizing the Joker character in the first place). I certainly disagree with the story direction, largely because it leads nowhere. All the character study was accomplished in the first film—the prison drama and courtroom drama only serve to underscore the character's split personality, but this is still nothing terribly new (or even wise—this character should have remained committed to being the Joker through and through, since realizing that persona was the entire arc of the first film). The bad romance with Harley Quinn falls way flat since most of it is told (and hardly shown) through song, betraying the worst qualities of the musical genre. One gets the impression that the Joker has a lot to say, but the payoffs are simply not great.
In the end, this is a terrible idea with grade-A execution. The production looks spectacular and professional. Even the performances are great. I understand that this whole thing was spitballed by Phoenix and Phillips and I can appreciate their dedication to the bit. But in the end, this only exists because Warner Bros saw dollar signs, but a more critical eye on the script would have made a better sequel in many respects. Or maybe it would have been best to just leave it alone.
That being said, my monkey brain was moderately engaged throughout most of the picture, since nearly 3/4ths of it is devoted to the major battle. Considering the plot structure carried over from Seven Samurai, it tracks. Action junkies might appreciate the firm focus on a single prolonged battle. However, it does seem like the first film showed more ambition, and for some reason this is still a butchered version of a bigger, bloodier, more detailed film. Seriously, Snyder? Just give us the good version up-front. There is no excuse this time.

This unusual production caught my interest in bursts. There is promise in the premise, the faux TV show scenes are inventive, and above all, the characters invoke the conflicts and trajectories that mirror the transgender experience. Some folks will find this relatable and deep. For me, I was put off by the plodding nature of the plot and the dour tone. It aims for the same mesmerizing, uncanny atmosphere of Donnie Darko, but it never commanded by attention in the same way.
If surrealism was the goal, I think this film falls short because it doesn't offer any kind of puzzle to figure out the same way David Lynch films do. I Saw the TV Glow superficially reflects the mood and style of these kinds of films, but the substance never compelled me, even if the film tries so hard to say something important.

What's that? AIs are scary? You don't say...
There is a tired, uninspired quality to this thriller as it plods through its conventional domestic drama. There are a few good points to be made about deepfakes, perception, social interaction, and how AIs can mess with the whole lot of it on a micro and macro scale. But it still feels like it's riding on M3GAN's coattails, offering nothing fresh to the table. At its worst, it's just senseless fearmongering. AI can be a problem, sure, but feeding into the hysteria with exaggerated, one-sided media like this only comes across as hackneyed and lame.

Okay Costner, tell us you're salty about Yellowstone without telling us you're salty about Yellowstone.
Seriously though, the hutzpah on this guy. Horizon was planned to be a four-movie saga–at three hours each, this would be a series as long as the extended Lord of the Rings, but structurally it reminds me of the 7-hour Russian War and Peace film, what with the oodles of characters having oodles of arcs that are intertwined by one historic event. I have a feeling it was designed this way based on the TV-show formulas that have been popular for the past decade, because this film looks and plays like a long-form TV series. Sure, it looks good and the talent is solid, but like some of these big shows, it's only interesting in bursts.

Despite these grips, I kinda liked it anyway. It kept my attention, I understood what it was going for, and there is a smattering of great space imagery.

I think it was inevitable that we'd wind up with a Christmas movie in the style of Marvel blockbuster nonsense sooner or later. No surprise that the Rock headlines this, under the direction of the guy who made those Jumanji sequels. Lots of people will find this lame with the complaint that nobody asked for this.
However, I don't think there was any pretense behind how ridiculous this premise is, and the action/comedy approach suits the material just fine. The material is treated with sincerity, presenting a wild mythology that is explored with plenty of eye-catching visual flair. Action scenes are fun. The concepts, both old and new, bear a same-bit-different approach that keeps the film unqiue. It's mostly superficial popcorn entertainment, but what will push the film over-the-top is the thematic focus on the goodness of people. Between the main characters' arcs and their observations on human behavior, there is at least some effort to connect this nonsense to a greater message. Sure, it might be on-the-nose and many will probably see it as trite. It does speak to me on some level though. I nodded along with the film's monologues about the choices we face every day, and the necessity to reward the good.
You kinda know going in that this is going to be nothing more than another huge helping of big dumb fun. A goofy movie where a giant fire-breathing lizard and a giant monkey tag-team against many other giant monkeys hiding beneath the Earth. Obviously not high art, and it'll seem especially shallow compared to the massive wake left behind Godzilla Minus One. Human characters take the backstage again, even though it tries a little to eke out some heart with them.
On the plus side, the film's effects are certainly eye-popping and it's rarely a bore. It's a hot contender for guilty pleasure of the year.
To be fair, the film is plenty entertaining and Michael Keaton is still a real fireball in this role (even at his age, holy crap). It's perfectly watch-able. It's just that when you take a step back and see the whole picture, it looks spotty. Plenty of critics talk about how haphazard the plot lurches along, with the antagonist being killed way too quickly, and too many subplots for one film (which is a shame, because Monica Belluci and Willem Dafoe were way too good for their bit parts). With the "Macarthur Park" musical number though, it really feels like they were reaching for something to top the iconic "Day-O" scene, and it just comes across as weird and lame. There really isn't that much new or becoming brought to the table with this long-awaited follow-up. But at least my monkey-brain was partial towards it.

Most folks probably still have a bad taste in their mouth after the third film. Thankfully, Axel F is a grade better. A perfectly watchable legacy sequel that aligns with the formula of its predecessors and keeps its story engaging through its pacing, plenty of good action sequences, and a fair amount of comedy. It's not knee-slappingly funny, but it does feel like Eddie Murphy stays true to the character and his antics are still a good draw to the film. There are a few added surprises to the story and characters, serving to progress the series into a new generation in the same way A Good Day To Die Hard tried to do (but thankfully it's not nearly as lame). All things considering, this is a fair Beverly Hills Cop sequel, and it's generally better than most other cash grabs that have dominated the market lately.
But there are things to nitpick as well. The film still hinges on the iconography of the original cast (and Dan Aykroyd has way too much fun with this, while Bill Murray is at his most bored and the rest struggle to find a good place). Something about the plotting is haphazard, and it wouldn't surprise me if this film was butchered in post-production somehow. Or maybe it's just written and edited sloppily.
For better or for worse, it's entertaining all the same, and the film does carry over the right tone and ideas that mirror a classic Real Ghostbusters cartoon episode. It's certainly not the best of the franchise though.

The sheer vibes of this film made a bit of a splash, and even I'll admit that the film draws attention with its somber sound design, symmetrical framing, and restrained performances. It would have been a solid police procedural as-is, but the film went the extra mile to load itself up with pieces of the supernatural and slasher horror. While the focus on occult serial killing grants this film a disturbing vibe, I think it's too many ingredients. As a police procedural, I am let down by how powerless the characters become. But taken as straight horror, I find the plot head-scratching, given how it limits itself to the small cast and makes connections that raise more questions than it answers. I find it hard to suspend disbelief with much of it. I would have liked it fine if it stuck to one lane and remained either a mystery, a slasher, or a paranormal thriller. In trying for all these things, I found it unbecoming, despite the formalized style.
Nicholas Cage's appearance would have been the scariest movie monster of the year if it wasn't for Nosferatu.
In many respects, this is just a John Wick clone disguised as a Jason Statham action vehicle. And yet, it's a combination that boasts exciting action sequences with a few brutal fights that'll keep you cheering for this bizarre beekeeping superagent the whole way through. It helps that Statham is still Statham in the role, exuding stoic attitude while flexing physical skill. The bad guys are great love-to-hate villains, but with the opening act's focus on scammers victimizing people, the film won me over from the first frame and gave the conflict some much-needed heart. Even though the Beekeeper comes across as an invincible boogeyman, the story keeps you on his side and it's still quite satisfying to watch him dispatch heartless scammers and corporate goons with impunity. It gets ridiculous by the finale, where the stakes are cranked up to their highest degree, and the subplots with the FBI agents are a slight drag, but the film is hella fun. Probably my new favorite David Ayer film to date (although sadly that bar was set low).
This film also has my favorite opening credits scene of the year. The bee stuff and geometric shapes with that cool music really came across as cool and classy.
But I wouldn't have rated it this high if it didn't have redeeming qualities. It's not like the story doesn't work: the work is done to put personal stakes into the story, making the inevitable revenge spree weighty and poignant. The film looks decent with its cinematography. And the biggest highlight–the action choreography–goes all out and aims to be impressive.
I'm pretty sure plenty of action fans won't have much of a problem rooting for the ultraviolent rampage, but this is a rare case where I couldn't condone the glorification of this kind of violence. It's a grade too brutal. But I also understand what it's going for, and can't fault it for much. It's a hard film to reconcile, but I might value it somewhat for forcing me to challenge my own stance on action-movie violence.

A big part of cinema is the photography, and I always welcome new ways for filmmakers to leverage the camera. With Here, there is a simple gimmick: to keep the camera in one fixed place and show how one location can change over the ages. It starts off with the classic eye-popping Zemeckis spectacle, showing the age of dinosaurs and the passing of eons, before a house is built and the film settles into the simple, human dramas that inhabit it. One camera captures several generations of families, with an occasional peek at other pieces of history, to reveal the highs and lows of humanity. It's like the broad themes of Tree of Life but with the ambient approach of 24 Frames.
It would be a bigger slam dunk if it wasn't for the over-reliance on tech. AI face replacement and de-aging might have excited Zemeckis and the gang, but it does grant the film an artificial veneer that detracts from the experience. A few vignettes get try-hard with the messages, and some scenes are just unbecoming. I appreciate the effort put into this experiment, but it could have used more finesse.

Another sequel nobody asked for. It's easy to pick this apart as a rehash of the original Gladiator but with weaker writing and talent, overblown CGI, and a ton of historical inaccuracies.
However, the film is hardly a bore. Ridley Scott gives the film his signature texture and verisimilitude, thanks largely to the expensive production and quality cinematography. It's hard to top the talent from the 2000 film, but Denzel Washington easily steals the show, and I've grown a soft spot for Pedro Pascal. Arena fights are as eye-popping as ever. If there is any really strong, relevant scene to this film, it's got to be the ending with the characters fighting on a bridge–not only because it looks cool, but because it's the crossroads of history.
That being said, I am just a little let down by how choppy the editing style often is. Photography seems to indulge in a lot of close-ups, making the experience a little more chaotic than usual. Above all though, like it is with Kill, the violence in Monkey Man is often brutal and played so straight that it seems harsh.
That being said, the film might shoot itself in the foot a little by using AI narration and graphics, and some of these interviews might have to be taken with a bucket of salt. From what I've read, some of them aren't actually putting their money where their mouths are.
You know what though? The second film managed to also have enough heart to give its story some weight. Going for the same-but-different approach, one can't help but to notice the rehashed parts of the plot. You might even be able to predict the twists. But the film won me over from frame one with its focus on the character. With the plucky characters and the rural vibes of the plains states, the film achieves enough heart and character to make it worth the time. It even bears a simple but inspiring message about overcoming fear. It's much more than I expected for this kind of sequel.
Behold, the coming of Marvel Jesus! See it in a theater packed wall-to-wall with a bunch of comic-book nerds, and you're guaranteed a good time. The movie is blatantly designed to deliver cheer-worthy moments every so-many minutes, with numerous surprise cameos, callbacks, nostalgia baiting, and needle drops. But it's still true to the Deadpool name with the constant fourth-wall breaks, crude R-rated humor, subversive jokes, and an absolute lack of good taste. You'll laugh, you'll cheer, you might even throw up. Bring your friends, and maybe your family if they're cool and mature enough to watch [CENSORED]. It's easily the most crowd-pleasing slam-dunk of a film I've experienced.
It's just a question of, what else is there? Will it even have the same impact without a crowd? Can I still cheer when [CENSORED] saunters on the screen? Will I still find the [CENSORED] scene funny? Will the plot hold water, especially with [CENSORED]? Who knows? It might be a one-and-done for me in spite of this. The first Deadpool held up okay on its merits as a [CENSORED]. Deadpool 2 is just [CENSORED]. This one, though? [CENSORED]

I know it might be stupid–it's an M Night Shyamalan thriller, and his bar was already set way too high 25 years ago. I gotta say though, I'd rather watch a twisty plotline like this unfold rather than to sit around and wait for a twist ending (although there are twists in the end that try to give this some more oomph). Running down this plotline is an experience that elicits thrills and interest, and even though folks might not like the shifts in the final acts, I enjoy the unpredictability of it. It helps that Josh Hartnett is freakishly good in the role. His performance galvanizes the twisty plot by nature of the sheer charisma his character exudes (which tracks long the idea that serial killers are well-known to have heightened charisma). In the end, the film's biggest scare is the mere idea that a guy like this could be anyone, anywhere, and could even appear as a good-nature father figure.
And what the heck, I didn't even mind Shyamalan's daughter starring as Lady Raven and doing all the music for the whole runtime. Hot contender for best original movie songs of the year.
Nasubi's story is one that deserves to be told, and even though it's been documented in places like YouTube, The Contestant is a legitimate documentary that presents the story as-is with little fluff and plenty of creditability. The film exposes the horrific experience that Nasubi endured, and the corporate greed that prompted it. While his time on the Susunu! Denpa Shōnen show commands the most attention–drawing us in with the misery and humiliation that was suffered–the last portion of the film cuts deeper into the heart of the contestant himself. One can admire Mr. Tomoaki's resilience and enduring optimism through his ordeal, but you can still see the pain even through his smiles.
There does come a point where laughing at another man's misfortune is not funny anymore. This gentleman went on to climb Everest. When an earthquake struck the expedition, he stuck around to help the rescue efforts. He deserves all the respect. TV producers like Tsuchiya should be dragged in the mud for a year–maybe they'll learn ethics and human decency for a change. Seriously...
This is also probably my favorite movie poster of the year.
With so many Omen films come and gone over the years, the formula has been well-worn, with the expectations for more freak accidents and dire warnings about the inevitable Antichrist. You'd think a prequel would be pretty mundane, following the same formula and running down the checklist that the original film left behind. But with The First Omen, there is a clear effort to deviate from those expectations, including a subversive opener where a freak accident happens but it's not quite the same. There are a few predictable callbacks, sure, but the real meat of the film focuses on one sister's horrific discoveries as she journeys into the dark heart of a corrupted order. The real shocks come not in the form of fated accidents, but in the more visceral terrors of the body becoming a vessel for evil. Even though we all know that this has to end where the original film began, it stands out as its own unique story and experience, which is far more than can be said about every other Omen sequel.
Pablo Berger brings Sara Varon's comic to life with an aesthetic that's simple, but lively and full of personality. It becomes a captivating canvas to show the heart-warming friendship between a dog and a robot, followed by their heart-breaking separation. Friendship is the dream in the end. Who knows if a robot can really dream of reuniting with its owner, or if people will really grow this fond of their fellow robots, but like an animated Past Lives, it's the yearning that directs the characters and drives the plotline. There's a surprising amount of heart that emerges from this simple, wordless cartoon, making it one of the most moving animations I've seen this year.
There are things to this film that will make it or break it for many folks (and it's the same old shenanigans–nostalgia baiting, repeating lines from older movies out of context, wedging in lore that some people would rather forget about, using CGI to bring back a dead actor). I wouldn't blame viewers for seeing this as an unoriginal, samey-same Alien film.
Considering everything that we had before, I still hold that Romulus outclasses most of its predecessors by default. If nothing else, the production is phenomenal, matching up with the previous movies accurately while bringing amazing new visual setpieces to the table. Even though the facehuggers and xenomorphs are nothing new, the film finds awesome new ways to leverage their familiar features and abilities, and even goes so far as staging thrilling setpieces around unique situations (such as acid blood in zero-G, who would have thought?). There are some surprising twists towards the end, which might elicit more cringe and laughs than scares, but I appreciate how the film tries to connect some of the loose ends in this messy franchise.
What ultimately sells me on the film is the central character and her story. It won me over in the opening act as it sufficiently raises the stakes and got me invested in the characters' struggles. Story is still king, and the focus on character is what I care about more than the things that others complain about. Between the story, the amazing production design, eye-popping effects, and some of the most unsettling alien encounters of the series, the experience in the Romulus station is unforgettable and terrifying.

It's easy to take some things for granted, including people. A single film leverages the talents of many people–anywhere from dozens to thousands–to make on-screen magic happen. It's especially easy to take stuntmen for granted, since they stand in the shadow of their respective big-shot stars. They take the falls that the stars can't afford to take, contributing another level of spectacle to the grand vision of a single film.
In this respect, The Fall Guy is a big huzzah to the stuntman profession, just as much as it's also a Hollywood love story, a gritty neo-noir mystery, and a thrilling action/thriller. It's one of those films that has it all, but there's a clever zing to the picture that keeps it engaging and fun. Above all though, the film wears its heart on its sleeve the whole time, granting enough emotional weight to make the characters endearing. I even love how complete the plotline feels, given how the twists are foreshadowed and how every element connects in an organic manner. I even love how the opener shows the guy literally falling, giving the title its clever double-meaning.
Give your stuntman a big thumbs-up! You never really know how much they go through.
Also, why the f**k isn't Metalstorm a real movie?
Or is it? All art is political in the end, and by The Brutalist's finale, the big twist is that there was a message this whole time. But it still points to resilience as the recurring theme, and from the opening act onward, I couldn't help but to respect László Tóth as the hard-working Hungarian-Jewish immigrant who suffers just to get on his feet, only to find his success being exploited by a capitalist industrialist. There's a lot to unpack just in the premise, but it keeps the drama stimulating throughout its huge 215-minute runtime. It helps that Adrien Brody delivers a performance of a lifetime (for a second time, considering The Pianist), as does Guy Pearce. The cast overall delivers the right verisimilitude, granting a humanist quality to each character. Photography is often spectacular, the music score is nice, and the overall experience is reminiscent of the days of big, epic storytelling.
I do have gripes though, holding this back from becoming the film of the year. The story indulges in many stretches of the mundane, but could have benefitted more by showing other parts of the story that remains unspoken. In that vein, the ending became a little head-scratching, since the film refuses to show the fate of a certain character, and then it indulges in a jarring epilogue that presents more questions than answers. I understand what it's going for though, and it's possible that a neatly-tied-up ending would have been more disappointing. Life is weird and messy, and the film shows it that way. The final dialogue tells us that the destination is worthwhile, but you don't have to dig deep to see that it's a lie. The journey matters, and this film is quite the interesting odyssey. Not bad for a film about architecture–this will mop the floor with The Fountainhead.
While Fury Road roared out the gate first and delivered a rip-roaring action experience, Furiosa takes a road less travelled, presenting the post-apocalyptic wasteland as a sprawling epic. There is a mythic quality to the film, not only in its vivid Snyder-esque visual presentation, but also with the way the story showcases feuding wasteland gangs as grand power struggles with long-running histories of battles, deceptions, and power plays. Given the chapter-by-chapter chronicle of these events, witnessed through the eyes of a scorned woman, it plays out like an Old Testament story for the new world. Back-to-back with Fury Road, it becomes a sobering saga that shows a paradise lost.
It may be hard to reconcile the overabundance of CGI, which is more notable in this entry, and Charlize Theron's presence is sorely missed despite Ana Taylor-Joy's best efforts. Chris Hemsworth is an absolute mad lad as Dementus though. The involving and dynamic War Rig battles stand out as some of the best of the series. The production remains attentive to showcasing incredible details behind this mad future. No matter how mundane this release seems, or how poor its box office returns are, the film presents an imaginative fable that perhaps best realizes George Miller's intention with the series to begin with: to create an apocalyptic legend.

Well, I may not be a teenage girl in San Francisco, but somehow Pixar was able to make me relate to this character successfully across two films now. The sequel carries over much from its predecessor–in fact, it's almost the same, as it propels the iconic emotion characters on another adventure through the brain. There are some smart additions to the world-building, introducing new dynamics to the film's inventive take on how the mind works. Obviously, the new emotion characters are the main draw, especially since they're the ones that enable the plot in the first place. But while it'd be simple-minded to treat a character like Anxiety as an enemy or a threat, the film takes the stance of addressing the complexity of growth and personality, pushing self-forgiveness and acceptance as the final solution rather than repression. Hot dang, even if I'm way outside the target audience, it still resonates because I have felt the same effects of anxiety and negative thought patterns just like Riley did. And while the film tracks on the usual trajectory of coming-of-age films, where teenagers putting on airs is a common problem, the emotional journey is something we all experience and can relate to.
It also helps that the film looks fabulous and it's probably the funniest film of the year. Seriously, this makes me laugh and smile more than actual comedy films lately. Comedy is dead–long live Pixar!
And all of these things aren't just in Elisabeth Sparkle–they're in all of us. Balance is needed. Without it, one side dominates over another, and we start to loathe ourselves. We might become monstrous, or we might even become self-destructive. Remember: you are the matrix, and you are one. We all activate once, when we are born. We all stabilize every day, through our health choices. Switching might be necessary to maintain balance.
In context of Elisabeth's story though, we are given a film that embodies both style and substance. The visuals and the sound–both are perfectly balanced as a mesmerizing experience, boasting a smooth and clean aesthetics thanks to its superb cinematography and nuanced sound design. The art and the entertainment–we are given a high-brow approach to low-brow body-horror (complete with a Grand Guignol finale with the most blood I've seen since Evil Dead II). The things said and the things unsaid will demonstrate the nuances of the script and performances (with exceptional complements to Demi Moore and Margaret Qualley). Story and experience stand out through its singular focus on the characters and the unique premise. As it roasts Hollywood's toxic landscape and our culture's absurd beauty standards, stands as a warning for how much mutation and destruction can occur when things fall out of balance.
The solution? Just remember: take care of yourself. *blows a kiss*

Love it or hate it, Part One was always designed as the appetizer. Covering only the first act of Herbert's classic novel, with such a slow pace and meditative tone, of course it feels a little boring and might lose some people. But now the stage is set, and now is the time for all the story's conflicts to come to a head. Now is the time for love to be found and lost. Now is the time for family secrets to be exposed and reconciled. Now is the time for prophecy to be fulfilled, or perhaps exploited. Now is the time for war.
This is the main event, and Part Two wastes no time getting to the excitement with its stunning chase scene, set against a blood-red eclipse, showcasing troopers that can fly! The combat scenes continue frequently, with a consistent eye-popping quality and plenty of spectacle and thrills. However, the film takes care to run with the existing loose threads and weave the story it needs to in between the battles, staying approximate to Herbert's original themes and world-building, despite deviating on certain other matters. The film might lose some fans with its narrative choices, but it does lead to a more uncertain ending that not only sets up a potential lead-in for Dune: Messiah, but also emphasizes the key point that there is a fine line between a charismatic leader and a tyrant.
Least favorite film: The Exorcism
Favorite blockbuster: Dune Part Two
Favorite arthouse film: The Substance
Favorite science fiction film: Dune Part Two
Favorite fantasy/epic: Dune Part Two, technically
Favorite drama film: Dune Part Two...again...
Favorite action film: Dune Part Two...again?!
Favorite thriller: Trap
Favorite superhero film: Deadpool & Wolverine
Favorite comedy film: Inside Out 2
Favorite horror film: The Substance
Favorite documentary: The Contestant
Favorite animated/family film: Inside Out 2
Favorite foreign film: Robot Dreams
Biggest guilty pleasure: Trap
Most disappointing film: Borderlands
Favorite male performance: Timothée Chalamet in Dune Part Two...no surprise
Favorite direction: Denis Villeneuve for...you know what, eff it, let's make it Coralie Fargeat for The Substance
Favorite action scenes: Dune Part...you know what, make it Furiosa for a change
Favorite special effects: Du...never mind, make it Alien: Romulus
Favorite film score: Hans Z...no, wait, make it Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross for Challengers
Favorite original soundtrack with songs: Trap