Peter Travers

Here is the martial arts movie for people who don’t like martial arts movies. Prepare to be wowed.

Emily Blunt amazes in a new Steven Spielberg alien close encounter that probes his classic earlier work without deepening it. Lucky for us, the master still hasn’t forgotten how to deliver full-body chills that knock you sideways.

This raucous runaway choo-choo comedy starring RuPaul as the POTUS we need right now is perfect fun for Pride month. Even when the jokes miss more than land, this fan valentine never laughs at the drag queens, always with them. And that counts.

A better than it should be reboot of a 1980s relic that still falls far short of deserving a hero’s welcome, though He-Man Nicholas Galitzine and scary Skeletor Jared Leto add just the right tone of mocking irreverence.

Even at a tiny fraction of their laugh power, it’s good to have the Wayans bros back spoofing horror movies, but would it be asking too much if the hit-and-miss jokes could maybe nudge an inch beyond the obvious?

Hammer another nail in the romcom coffin as Brett Goldstein adds a touch of Roy Kent macho to a straight-to-Netflix Jennifer Lopez romcom that can’t handle the heat. A fresh idea here would die of loneliness.

You’ll be screaming and climbing the walls with Renate Reinsve and Chiwetel Ejiofer in this claustrophobic, let-me-outta-here groundbreaker from 20-year-old director Kane Parsons. This dude is diabolical.

Paul Rudd and Nick Jonas sing and act their hearts out in this ode to the power of music. But I can’t help thinking there’s a thornier, more emotionally raw movie hiding under the crowdpleasing surface of this one.

Climate patterns are everything in this D-Day war drama with weatherman Andrew Scott stealing scenes from POTUS Brendan Fraser. Is it “the ‘Saving Private Ryan’ of meteorology” or a “dad movie” likely to induce dozing. You decide.

The good news is that Allison Janney and Andrew Rannells act their hearts out as characters who sneak up and floor you. That’s no small thing.