Arthur the King is precisely what you want it to be.

First-timer Sasha Chuk gets personal in the semi-autobiographical Fly Me to the Moon.

It’s not as dark ast Kitaro, but Totto-Chan tells The Boy and the Heron’s story better.

Anthony Hopkins makes the British Oskar Schindler into a compellign wartime hero in the otherwise honourable, but pedestrian, One Life.

The Lyricist Wannabe will tell you why we should have a little more respect for Cantopop.

Yuya Ishii’s The Moon has a whole lot to say, just not entirely coherently.

Denis Villeneuve continues his deep dive into Frank Herbert’s sci-fi classic with Dune: Part Two.

How marvelous! Yorgos Lanthimos and Emma Stone strike again in Poor Things.

What kind of apocalyptic thriller has no gunfire? Mahalia Belo’s The End We Start From kind.

Yes, the Holocaust really happened, and yes The Zone of Interest is as incredible as you’ve heard.

Death Whisperer has little going for it, but the hero is handsome! Which it points out repeatedly.

The Chinese noir boom chugs along, this time with Wei Shujun’s Only The River Flows. It’s less bonkers than some.

Holy crap, Wonka is actually a delight and that monster at WB didn’t hide it from us.

There’s nothing wrong with either but The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry is for olds and Anglophiles only.

Will you look at that. The Hunger Games prequel is 2/3s better than the OG series.

Go read chapter 7 of Dracula, come back and watch The Last Voyage of the Demeter.

Exhibit A in why Martin Scorsese gets to dis Marvel: Killers of the Flower Moon.

Yoji Yamada’s latest could probably warm the ice coldest of hearts.

Ha! Wall Street gets a taste of its own poison in Dumb Money.

Finally. Not the Monkey King! Creation of the Gods kicks off with Kingdom of Storms.