Julie Cohen's excellent new intersex documentary Every Body is informative and infuriating, but also empowering, entertaining, and surprisingly joyful.

Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken is a thing that exists. Of all the animated movies available this summer, Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken is inarguably…one of them.

Anton Corbjin's documentary is more than the story of the design firm behind some of music's most iconic album covers. It's also a funny and moving tribute to people, arts, and times now lost.

James Mangold's entry in the franchise is a sad reminder that larger-than-life heroes just get smaller and smaller if they don't know when to quit.

Jennifer Lawrence's attempt at an '80s-style sex comedy is slightly subversive, better than expected, and nowhere near as good as it might have been.

The real-life facts of cyclist Greg LeMond's story are dramatic enough, but the film about him could stand a little more Hollywood fakery.

What happens when you recognize a filmmaker as great, but still don't like their movies? With Asteroid City, I'm finally forced to work through my Wes Anderson issues.

Pixar used to be perfectionists about their stories. Based on the underbaked and underwhelming Elemental, they should go back to that philosophy.

Every national holiday needs its movies. Smart, funny, and socially-pointed, The Blackening is America's first great Juneteenth comedy.

Arriving in theaters during the popcorn-movie season, Celine Song's delicate, devastating debut feature is the kind of art that lasts.

A very troubled young person with extraordinary talents makes terrible decisions and causes a lot of damage. That's the story of The Flash, and it's also the story behind The Flash.

Alexandre O. Philippe’s new documentary is an entertaining but frustratingly limited exploration of cinema's "quintessential American dreamland" between The Wizard of Oz and David Lynch's films.

A strong lead performance is squandered in a frustratingly sparse, emotionally empty political thriller set in the Pinochet dictatorship.

The new Transformers movie is slightly better than the last one, which is sort of like having a slightly better case of the clap. It's an improvement, to be sure, but still best avoided altogether.

Across the Spider-Verse is a masterpiece: nearly overwhelming in its creative stimulation of the senses, but with a real emotional and narrative method to the madness.

My Summer of Summer Movies gets underway with a derivative (but reasonably effective) monster-under-the-bed movie from director Rob Savage.