Johnny Oleksinski

Oddly pretentious, this is one of those annoying films that drones on about the weight and importance of storytelling rather than telling a weighty or important story.

Five is arguably the first new “Toy Story” film to be both watched and understood by the kids of the 1995 original’s millennial audience. That shared experience is very moving all by itself.

That same innate knack for casting a blockbuster spell remains true of 79-year-old Spielberg, who’s recently focused on prestige dramas such as “The Fabelmans” and “West Side Story.” The man has such a great time making films, and his enthusiasm pours out of every shot.

Even if Goldstein’s writing, in corporate parlance, leaves room for improvement, as an actor he’s “Office Romance”’s employee of the month. His honest, rough-around-the-edges TV persona from “Ted Lasso” wipes some of the vaseline off the camera lens. He draws us in with charm and mystery, and is both sensitive and unglamorous.

The zany tone of this appealing action-comedy-fantasy combo is a lot like that of 2023’s very good “Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves” in how it goofily distills high nerdery for the masses and has a blast doing so.

Just when you thought NYC crime thrillers had run out of new ideas, here comes “Tuner,” a refreshingly inventive and captivating thug movie that focuses on compelling and rich characters over chases and shootouts.

This is an undeniably exciting and actually quite sophisticated horror flick, and a fantastic bow for Parsons. There are far, far worse rooms you can walk into at the movie theater than “Backrooms.”

The film’s relative modesty comes as something of a relief. Freed from the burden of canonical responsibility, it’s flighty fun; a Western-y space mission that’s commenced and neatly wrapped up inside of two hours.

There is not a second of “Grey” that isn’t totally predictable. You’ve seen every frame before, and done a lot better.

The evidence adds up cleverly and the script doesn’t coast on its status as a nice family movie in order to avoid delivering a satisfying conclusion. It’s meaty, like a roast leg of, well, you know.