Top Gun: Maverick is the Perfect Adrenaline-Fueled Sequel to the Original
If Top Gun needed to say it, Top Gun: Maverick makes you feel the need... the need for speed.

An international group of women traffickers is increasingly active in Poland. At a Warsaw dance school, they tempt young women with the possibility of being cast by an American film studio. What the gang doesn’t know is that among the students, there is a secret police agent.
If Top Gun needed to say it, Top Gun: Maverick makes you feel the need... the need for speed.
I love The Last Jedi. I don’t think there has been a Star Wars movie in quite some time that brought something new, something fresh to the table.
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.
The singer recounts the memories of writing and creating her record-breaking debut album and shares her feelings as a young woman navigating a specific time in her life.
Crossroads follows a young guitarist on a journey through the American South in search of blues history and his own voice.