20th Century’s Call of the wild is the kind of family movie Disney used to make by the boatload – it’s good clean fun – with a bit of danger; impossible odds to overcome, and an old school villain (if he had a mustache, he’d be twirling it!).
Given the way that Margo Robbie’s nastily whimsical Harley Quinn was the lone standout in 2016’s Suicide Squad, it’s a bit of a disappointment to see her in a more conventional film – but only a little bit; Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn is still one of the better DC movies of the last decade.
The new non-musical remake of Dr. Dolittle, with the title shortened to simply Dolittle, is a delightful ninety-five minutes of inspired silliness that revolves around the titular character, his menagerie of animal friends and a young boy who becomes his apprentice.
Thanks to co-directors Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah Bad Boys for Life is both vastly better than the horrendous Bad Boys II and not nearly as much fun as the original.
Rian Johnson’s follow up to Star Wars: The Last Jedi finds him working new angles on the classic cozy mystery subgenre.
Doctor Sleep follows the decades-older Danny Torrance (Ewan McGregor) – now going by just Dan – as he wallows in booze and casual sex to keep his Shining from shining – Until something strange happens.
Terminator: Dark Fate wants to pretend like the last 4 or 5 sequels to T2, I’ve lost count, didn’t happen. It brings back the greatness that is Linda Hamilton, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and uber god amongst men James Cameron and bring Tim Miller one of the brains behind the hugely popular Deadpool films on board to direct. On paper this movie should be a grand slam, how did it go so wrong? Headline is, despite how awful the marketing has been, it actually isn’t bad, but it’s not as great as it needs to be to revive this dead franchise and drag it into a new direction that will make audiences care again. At least it didn’t make me care, I don’t pretend to know what audiences want or like.
Terminator: Dark Fate easily surpasses the low bar set by the third, fourth and fifth movies in the series – and not least because it completely ignores them and has a few different and entertaining tweaks.
When he released his Western Stars album, Bruce Springsteen decided not to tour in support of it. Instead, he made a film that’s part performance, part documentary and part something else.
Todd Phillip’s take on DC’s most iconic villain is a ground level, if-it-happened-in-the real-world-it-might-look-like-this, take on the Clown Prince of Crime.
Ad Astra (Latin for ‘To the Stars’) is, ostensibly, a tale of a son daring everything to reconnect with his father. While it does that, it might, even more importantly, be a tale of man finding himself at the end of the solar system.
What you need to know: Brad Pitt makes an interplanetary search for his father into a stunning journey to find himself.