Beth Webb

Despite reaching for the oddball energy of sports comedies past, this movie is best when Johnson and Steenburgen are given room to play off the court. Let the pickleball watch from the sidelines instead!

This dark comedy’s aesthetic glossiness seeps over the story’s jagged edges, leaving a smooth, glassy and impenetrable movie with nothing new to say.

An undeniably funny copulating caper that makes good on the laughs, if a little less on the lust.

A sequel that serves its characters with a fresh story instead of relying solely on the tropes of its predecessor. This high-fashion tale could have benefited from higher stakes, but Streep and company remain as in vogue as ever.

Fennell throws everything at this fever-dream adaptation, which massages the senses while showcasing Elordi’s ever-growing star power. If only its electrically erotic energy was sustained to the end.

The execution doesn’t always keep up with the premise, but Fraser is an affable guiding light in this crowdpleaser about the complexities of connection.

Carmen Emmi compellingly mines thriller tropes to capture the fraught experience of suppressed sexuality, but it's Lucas and Andrew’s heart-rending, beautifully performed love story that endures.

Even when supercharged by Kirby’s unwavering star power, this distractingly muddled stab at social commentary baked into a hardboiled thriller lacks the momentum to make it to the morning.

Slightly chaotic plotting under-serves the story in places, but it’s saved by an endlessly entertaining Lohan and Curtis.

Unsurprisingly, HAVOC is at its best when we’re plunged into wall-to-wall carnage. It may not be for the faint-hearted, but this fist-flinging fever-dream sees Evans back near the top of his game.