Mechamorphosis (2020)

Through three intricately crafted seasons of television, "Hannibal" has managed to make itself into the best incarnation of the self-titled work.

Tarantino's alternative history of the 1960's uncritically repeats the era's sexist and racist stereotypes.

For anyone who is not a cis white woman, a justice-fueled murderous rampage is not framed as liberation. Instead, they contribute to harsh stereotypes that vilify minority women with dangerous consequences.

Him is visually stunning—all concrete cathedrals and bone-rattling impact shots that look like a nightmare highlight reel. Marlon Wayans is magnetic as this legendary quarterback who's basically selling salvation with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But the story keeps running in circles: more tests, more cryptic pep talks, more ritualistic drills. The sports-as-religion metaphor beats you over the head when subtlety would've been more effective. The middle drags, and that finale chooses spectacle over substance. It's undeniably stylish, but left me cold. Also worth noting: despite the Monkeypaw connection, this isn't actually a Jordan Peele film—he didn't write or direct.

After years of mediocrity, Thunderbolts* is the welcome change MCU fans were waiting for.

Despite this genre not being a new one, The Novice offers a fresh perspective with its study of performance anxiety