Luna Guthrie

Don't Tell Larry feels like it really should have been a half-hour episode of a television sitcom rather than a movie.

The movie hangs on the nuances of Cantor's performance, but it never seems to come together.

It's not a perfect horror movie, but it has all the right ingredients and is such a great way for someone who enjoys the rougher things in life to spend 90 minutes.

There's definite potential in Andy Edwards. He needs to up the camp and spend a little longer at the drawing board, streamlining his vision and considering what he wants to do with his next project. Whatever it ends up being, I look forward to seeing it.

With everybody understanding the assignment, Bears on a Ship is truly one of those movies you can relax and have fun with.

It's a cluttered mess of a movie that should have scaled back, stuck to the basics, and delivered what we were all hoping for: over-the-top ratty carnage.

Eubank's direction has a tenderness for its characters and for the little worlds they build around themselves, bursting full of hopes and dreams that we really want to see them achieve.

Disney Channel's latest sequel has all the bells and whistles, but not much in the way of substance.

This is a truly immersive experience that makes the best use of every element of filmmaking, and it all comes together to create a uniquely chilling horror.

This is a movie made perfectly for those viewers who are somewhere between childhood and adulthood, and it understands them. It throws just enough of life's nastiness at them without making it too overwhelming or hopeless, and it has a real comprehension of how teens often feel: misunderstood and unsupported by those around them, but not in that stereotypical "get outta my room, Mom!" way.

A messy, confusing and thoroughly unengaging experiment, with the kernel of a good idea underneath.

An eerie, well-acted stroll along the well-trodden path of pregnancy horror.

A scathing documentary about the price of fame and honest artistry.

It's a relentless ghost train of a movie that blinds you with its color, deafens you with its chaos, and pushes you to hysterics with its overabundance of silly, splatter-filled action.

The fifth installment of a beloved modern horror franchise proves that it's losing steam.

If a movie is going to give us a man reuniting with his dad and them coming to love each other, then it needs to give them the freedom to really hash it out and explore the consequences of their estrangement. Looking Through Water only skims the surface.

For Rocky fans, this is a brilliant chronicle of the history of a perfect show, with plenty of the humor, heart, and zest for life you'd expect. In a broader sense, it is a fascinating examination of cultural lightning in a bottle, how to exploit it, and which pitfalls to avoid.

There is a lot that the movie does so right, which is why its various faux pas feel that much more disappointing, but this is far from an overall failure. It's a sign of great things to come from Williams and from The Horror Section.

The movie is full of trees, lights, snow, and all the aesthetic trimmings of a Christmas movie, but there's a coziness behind all the seasonal artifice that radiates from the screen, and that, surely, can only be down to the right combination of people having a whale of a time together.

Ultimately, My Secret Santa feels like one of the more forgettable Christmas movies of the year. It is not funny or wacky enough to appeal to kids the way Doubtfire does, and it isn't charming or thoughtful enough to appeal to adults.