Phoenix Club 

It’s been five months since Wayward premiered on Netflix and it still has some of us in a choke-hold.

All in all, 47 Meters Down: Uncaged is a film I would recommend. It promotes the bond of sisterhood, which in this case is clearly thicker than blood, as well as courage. No one truly knows how strong they are until they go through something unimaginable and come out changed for the better.

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.

The highly anticipated Marvel superhero movie of the year displays important themes of loss, loneliness, and change.

The problem isn’t that it’s bad. It's good. But it fails to stand out from a crowd of similar films.

A K-9 police dog goes undercover to stop an illegal animal smuggling ring and learns a valuable lesson along the way.