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"Godzilla vs. Kong" is all style and very little substance. It's also the most fun I've had in months.

'Yuri!!! on Ice' turned queerbaiting on its head and gave me hope when I needed it the most.

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.

"Boston Strangler" pulls the curtain back on a well-documented historical moment involving significant contributions from women reporters. 

In Saudi Arabia, a little girl (Wadjda) is told she can't have a bike because she's a girl. Wadjda struggles to obtain a bicycle to race her friend, Abdullah, due to the gender inequality and cultural norms of Saudi Arabia.

'Air' is a fun film about a company that put it all on the line for a 22 year old kid from North Carolina