I walked into the theater bracing for a specific kind of disappointment, the sort that usually follows high-concept sci-fi where the "alien" is a glorified sock puppet or a distracting pile of pixels. My expectations were a coin toss between a gripping space drama and a hokey B-movie mess that would require a massive amount of internal forgiveness to sit through. I sat in the dark, prepared to squint past the strings, only to find my skepticism evaporating before the first thruster ignited. Image by Wikipedia The Gosling Standard Ryan Gosling doesn’t just lead this film; he grounds the entire improbable universe. It is one thing to carry a scene, but it is quite another to make me entirely forget I was watching a man interact with a puppet. His performance is so seamless and sincere that the silliness of the idea simply vanishes. Whether he was portraying the wholesome budding of a cross-species friendship or the sheer, jagged distress of trying to communicate with a literal ...
I actually got off the couch for this one. After Scream VI proved the franchise still had a serrated edge and a pulse, I put on real pants and headed to the theater, expecting the momentum to carry over. I didn't leave angry, but I didn't leave breathless either. It was worth the price of admission, but just barely—the kind of experience that feels like a "safe bet" when the series really needed to double down on the house's money. Image by IMDb The Mother of All Final Girls From The Series Neve Campbell stepped back into Sidney Prescott’s shoes, and they still fit perfectly. Seeing her navigate the "legacy" of being the world's most targeted survivor while raising a daughter added a grounded weight the movie desperately needed. There were these sharp, lived-in touches—like her house having a built-in panic room and her asking her daughter if she had her "to-go bag" ready. It showed that Sidney hasn't been relaxing; she’s been prepping...