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At three hours, the runtime is as gargantuan as its source material demands, but the pace wobbles in fits and starts. Chalk this up to the source material itself. By its very nature, The Odyssey’s plot is episodic, its characters painted in broad, simplistic strokes. (Odysseus good. Antinous bad.) This makes for a tale that, while often thrilling, can’t help feeling familiar. Perhaps this is unavoidable. After all, Homer’s Odyssey is so legendary and has inspired such a wealth of adaptations and reinterpretations. That Nolan doesn't fundamentally reinterpret the material isn't necessarily a flaw, but I couldn’t help feeling a little underwhelming. At the credits rolled, I found myself sitting in the theater thinking, “Yup. That’s The Odyssey, alright.” I was never anything less than entertained, but I wasn’t necessarily moved by any of it.

While it’s a bit of a let down that The Odyssey isn’t particularly engaging on an emotional level, the film’s central setpieces deliver the goods. Whether it’s The Battle of Troy (thrilling and brutal), a showdown with a monstrous Cyclops (claustrophobic, terrifying, and, dare I say it, genuinely funny), or a deeply unsettling encounter with Circe (another perfect performance from the great Samantha Morton), Nolan’s handling of the action is assured and effective. There are too few directors making films on this kind of scale with such a focus on practical in-camera effects and action. There’s a visceral thrill that comes with knowing so much of what you’re seeing on the screen was accomplished on the day, on location, as practically as possible.

The performances reinforce Nolan’s commitment to verisimilitude, especially Matt Damon’s stoic, haunted take on Odysseus. Damon truly evokes the legend, looking and sounding as if he were carved from the stone walls of Ithaca itself. Tom Holland and Anne Hathaway fill out the supporting cast beautifully. Hathaway brings a raw emotional intensity to Odysseus’s wife Penelope while Holland strikes the right balance between innocence and determination as Odysseus’s son Telemachus. Robert Pattinson’s Antinous takes great delight in chewing up the scenery with nearly every appearance—maybe a little too much delight. This cast is completely game, giving their all to serve their director’s vision. While the dialogue and characterizations sometimes feel overly simplistic, the talent on display provides a much-needed emotional throughline.

The Odyssey is already tracking to be a massive hit, and I expect general audiences will be more than pleased. That said, don’t be surprised if you find yourself thrilled by the action but left a bit cold by the emotions. Regardless, Nolan’s ability to craft cinematic experiences for the big screen is simply unparalleled. Few things bring me more joy than experiencing a Christopher Nolan in 70mm IMAX. (Ever since I saw his 2017 masterpiece Dunkirk in that format, I’ve refused to accept any substitute.) If you are one of the lucky few that has the opportunity to view the film in this preferred format, for the love of Athena, DO IT. A Christopher Nolan film in 70mm IMAX is the equivalent of injecting the power of cinema directly into your veins.

I award Nolan’s The Odyssey FOUR Trojan Horses out of FIVE.

The problem is that the film’s answers to its questions are about as par-for-the-course as you can get for this kind of story. There isn’t much about Disclosure Day that feels particularly insightful or fresh. As Disclosure Day unfolded, and its characters faced challenge after challenge while grappling with new revelations, I found myself becoming increasingly bored. I also found myself rolling my eyes more than once at the film’s hamfisted messages regarding the importance of empathy and the existence of God in a grand universe full of intelligent life beyond our own. Anytime Koepp and Spielberg try to infuse the proceedings with grand social commentary, it feels surprisingly simplistic. Worst of all, the whole thing comes to a conclusion that left me shrugging my shoulders. 

There are things worth praising, such as the cast. Emily Blunt anchors the film with an effectively frantic and emotional performance. Colman Domingo is magnificent as well, and Josh O’Connor is great as a paranoid “everyman” stuck in circumstances beyond his understanding and control. John Williams’ score delivers the goods too.

Disclosure Day’s enjoyable, inoffensive familiarity is both its greatest strength and its greatest weakness. It doesn’t have anything new to add to this conversation. Considering the mastermind guiding this project, it’s more than a little disappointing. It reminds me of another master’s more recent work: Martin Scorsese’s The Irishman. Like The Irishman, Disclosure Day suffers from being compared against a filmmaker's own towering achievements. (Be honest: if you had to pick one Scorsese mob movie to watch, would you really choose The Irishman over Goodfellas?)

FINAL THOUGHTS

Even a less-than-brilliant Spielberg effort is worth celebrating. Those looking to scratch that Spielberg itch will probably be satisfied. It's just a shame that after all these years (and amid renewed public fascination with the possibility of extraterrestrial life) Spielberg doesn't seem to have anything new or interesting to add to the conversation. Don't be surprised if you come out of it wanting to watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind (or E.T., or even War of the Worlds) for a more fulfilling and emotional viewing experience.

It helps that the cast is completely committed to the bit. Nicholas Galitzine’s performance as Adam/He-Man is a delight. As portrayed by Galitzine, the character is goofy, sincere, and badass in equal measure. He expertly walks that fine line that separates an insufferably quirky protagonist from a genuinely endearing one, rocking the DNA of both Tobey Maguire’s Spider-Man and David Corenswet’s Superman. This guy is a star in the making, and I really hope we get to see more of him in that loincloth. 

Er, I mean, his performance. His performance IN that loincloth. 

I’m so sorry. Let’s get back to it: 

The supporting cast brings their a-game as well. Idris Elba and Camila Mendes’s father/daughter dynamic as Duncan and Teela respectively provides a nice emotional counter-balance to Adam’s more straightforward hero’s journey. And, yes, Jared Leto is absolutely phenomenal as the villainous Skeletor. I know it sounds crazy, but I mean it when I say this is one of my favorite performances of the year so far. 

The action succeeds in a zippy, creative, “fun cartoony” kind of way, without getting too overwhelmed in CGI antics. Yes, there’s a fair amount of bombastic, VFX-driven action sequences, but there’s also a surprising amount of practical stuntwork and creative camera movement that keeps things fresh and fun. Honestly, Masters of the Universe’s biggest shortcoming is it’s the over-reliance on zippy punchlines and winking at the camera that has become all too familiar in the post-MCU blockbuster sphere. It never got too egregious, but it definitely felt like every single character had to make some kind of “witty” remark in response to almost every single thing that happened to the point where it robbed the film of some of its sincerity. It doesn’t break the film, and the emotional beats still feel effective, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t just a wee bit exhausting.

Masters of the Universe knows exactly what it is, and that’s its biggest strength. It never takes itself too seriously, but it takes itself just serious enough to feel authentic. In his classic form, He-Man is kinda/sorta a prime example of the worst excesses of peak 80s machismo, and while Knight’s film doesn’t completely reject the character’s inherent absurdities, this interpretation emphasizes its hero’s humility, capacity for empathy, and vulnerability in a way that feels refreshing. This lighthearted vibe keeps things fun and fresh without bogging the audience down in too much impenetrable lore and lingo. It really feels like a Saturday morning cartoon come to life, and I mean that as the highest compliment. Even with my limited knowledge of the source material, I still got a kick out of hearing the audience’s enthusiastic reactions to certain Easter Eggs and character teases. It’s yet another solid piece of evidence in the case for venturing out to the movie theater: you just don’t get that kind of interactive, energetic crowd experience when you’re watching a movie in your living room. (Well, I guess that depends on how many people you have over and how inebriated you all are - BUT, I DIGRESS!)

If, by the power of Grayskull, there are future cinematic entries in the Masters of the Universe series, I would love to see Knight and his team lean less on the winking humor and more on the love and sincerity everyone clearly has for this franchise. 

THE FINAL WORD: While it’s not a rousing success that exceeds the standards of the finest blockbusters the cinema has produced through the years, Masters of the Universe is exactly the kind of fun, colorful summer blockbuster the entire family can enjoy together. And while its current box office outcome looks grim, I’m hopeful solid word-of-mouth will give this one the legs it needs to attract the right audience. It deserves it.

Does anything about the above story inspire or excite you? Then Megalopolis may be worth checking out. But I’m not sure its appeal will extend beyond the realm of devoted cinephiles who understand the pain and turmoil that went hand-in-hand with its production. For the average, adventurous moviegoer, your overall enjoyment will more likely depend on your willingness to roll with the punches this ambitious mess throws your way. And believe me when I say, there are a lot of punches you’ll need to roll with if you want to get anything out of this. 

I, for one, was happily along for the ride. Despite Megalopolis’ myriad issues–which include but are not limited to its nonsensical, overstuffed storytelling; its scattershot focus; its stretches of dull philosophizing–I found Megalopolis to be genuinely impressive. For Megalopolis is nothing if not impressive. Chalk it up to Coppola’s seemingly bottomless well of ideas, all of which have been thrown into the mix with the kitchen sink, and then some. Throw in some not-remotely-subtle references to the Roman empire (the film’s time-stopping main character is named Cesar Catilina, for crying out loud) for good measure, and you end up with a final product so wacky, I couldn’t help but be swept along by the entire effort. 

It’s kind of like what would happen if you resurrected Fellini, introduced him to America’s current political landscape, and asked him to make a film about it, but also threw in an element of goofy “we’re all in this together as ONE HUMAN FAMILY” optimism that wouldn’t feel out of place in your standard Disney film. (Though now that Disney owns Marvel, Disney, and Fox, I’m not sure what exactly qualifies as a “standard” Disney film anymore. I’m not even sure Disney knows the answer to that one.) But the whole thing is so unabashed, so unrestrained, so unequivocally BONKERS, you have to appreciate it on some level. 

Coppola is aided by Adam Driver’s supreme acting chops, which manage to turn the most absurd clunkers into passably respectable dialogue. Driver delivers a lead performance that contains a “go-for-broke” energy, imbuing Megalopolis with genuine humanity and emotion. Nathalie Emmanuel and Giancarlo Esposito are lovely, managing to do a whole lot with a whole little, Aubrey Plaza and Shia LaBeouf are having a ball, and Talia Shire manages to steal the only scenes in which she has anything to say. None of these performances, nor the film’s undeniably fantastic imagery, can make up for a narrative that simply cannot handle the weight of Coppola’s seemingly ceaseless musings, none of which are given the time needed to truly flourish. Plotlines and characters are introduced only to be forgotten on a whim. (Does Cesar’s ability to control time amount to anything outside of a cool visual gimmick?) I keep forgetting that certain, massive names, such as Laurence Fishburne and Dustin Hoffman, are even in the movie. Once all in Megalopolis is said and done, I’m not exactly sure what was actually said or done.

But look. These kinds of grand cinematic experiments simply aren’t made anymore–at least, not by anyone not named Christopher Nolan. Whether the film succeeds or fails at the box office is irrelevant. The true victory is that, after decades of struggle, one of the world’s greatest filmmakers finally got his passion project on the big screen. Its time there may be short-lived, but it happened nonetheless. You can’t help but root for him and his hilariously sweet and optimistic vision of the future. 

And wait for Criterion to pick up the inevitable four and a half hour director’s cut.

Twisters is the latest in a batch of sequels that arrives at least two decades later than it should have. (I’m looking at you, Top Gun: Maverick–and don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F.) Maybe I’m just out of the loop and the world has been clamoring for a sequel to the 1996 box office smash, but I have a sneaking suspicion that by the time we officially reached the 21st century, it wasn’t near the top of anyone’s cinematic wish list.

That said, when the Twisters trailer dropped during Super Bowl Sunday, I was more delighted than I’d ever expected to be. (I’m almost positive it had something to do with the added “s” at the end of its title.) That initial delight grew into genuine excitement when I learned the film was being helmed by Lee Isaac Chung, the writer and director of one of my favorite films from the past decade, Minari. (That 2020 release, nominated for six Oscars, including Best Picture and Best Director, was lost in the midst of the pandemic, and is well-worth seeking out if you missed it.) But how would Chung fair helming a multi-million dollar blockbuster sequel? Would his tendency towards low-key human drama be drowned out by the genre’s demands for rip-roaring special effects to appease the popcorn-munching masses? Would he truly put the “s” in “Twisters”??

If Top Gun: Maverick proved anything back in good ol’ 2022, it’s that you can have the best of both worlds: a sequel that not only goes above and beyond expectations but delivers an effort superior to its predecessor. Look, I get a kick from watching Twister as much as the next person. Its special effects still hold up, Bill Paxton and Helen Hunt are a charming duo, and it’s lovely to see a pre-Boogie Nights Philip Seymour Hoffman doing his best Bill and Ted impersonation. But it’s no masterpiece (disasterpiece?). There was always plenty of room for improvement and Twisters rises to the occasion with more thoughtful storytelling and better drawn characters and emotional conflicts. It’s not particularly nuanced, but its heart’s in the right place, and how often can you say that about your average modern day blockbuster? And while Twisters is no Top Gun: Maverick (for one, it doesn’t have the benefit of Tom Cruise insisting that they take on real tornadoes. Wait, how has no one pitched that movie?), when it comes to crowd-pleasing, heartfelt, pulse-pounder blockbusting, Chung and his amazing cast and crew manage to get the job done and then some. 

Sure, Twisters’ characters and their relationships with one another are relatively simple and straightforward. Its screenplay, written by Mark L. Smith (The Revenant), based on a story by Joseph Kosinski (director of the aforementioned Top Gun: Maverick), hits just about every plot beat you’d expect. In fact, I’d go so far as to say there might not be a single genuinely surprising moment in this entire story. It’s likely your average moviegoer (a.k.a. Mom and Dad) could call the film’s plot beat for beat from the get-go. But that’s okay! Mom and Dad are allowed to get one right every so often! Chung and Smith aren’t out to revolutionize the genre. Twisters is more of a refinement of the disaster movie formula, and it improves upon its predecessor in nearly every respect. 

Besides, whatever shortcomings are evident in the script are cushioned not only by Chung’s confident direction but a top-notch cast led by Daisy Edgar Jones (Normal People, Where the Crawdads Sing) and 2024’s go-to leading man Glen Powell (Top Gun: Maverick, Hit Man). These two are genuine superstars and manage to effortlessly carry this massive, multi-million dollar effort on their shoulders. Rounding them out is an excellent supporting cast, featuring Anthony Ramos (Hamilton, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts), Sasha Lane (American Honey), and Brandon Perea (Nope, The OA). There’s even what threatens to be a stock “along-for-the-ride” journalist character, whose portrayal by Harry Hadden-Paton (Downton Abbey, The Crown) is so sincere and genuine you end up loving him as much as the rest of the raucous crew. These performances are strong enough to elevate the material, grounding it in an emotional reality that might have collapsed in on itself in lesser hands. Kudos to Chung for never missing an opportunity to home in on these characters’ small emotions and character beats, humanizing the whole enterprise. 

But what would Twisters be without its tornadoes? And you’ll be pleased to know Twisters’ action delivers, providing solid thrills that end up being more involving than your standard blockbuster. Working with seasoned cinematographer Dan Mindel (Star Trek ‘09, The Force Awakens) and top notch sound and VFX departments, Chung does an expert job of dropping the audience right smack-dab in the middle of nature’s gargantuan terrors. The thrills are more visceral and hard-hitting than the original. And yes, while this might have something to do with the massive improvements in special effects in the nearly 30 years since Twister was released, it also has a lot to do with Chung’s documentary-esque approach to capturing these sequences. It’s a MOVIE THEATER movie in the “go for broke” way you want it to be.

FINAL VERDICT:

Despite its plot contrivances and simplistic characterizations, Twisters has thrills and heart to boot. It’s simultaneously a throwback to the days of simpler, straightforward cinematic thrill rides and an exciting, forward-looking venture that suggests more on the cloudy-skied horizon. As for me, I’d follow Daisy Edgar Jones and Glen Powell into any tornado and I can’t wait to see David Corenswet switch gears and save people from tornadoes in James Gunn’s Superman next year. (And you thought I was going to conclude this review without referencing Superman. Oh, how little you know me.) 

Perhaps ‘The Batman’s’ greatest accomplishment is that it feels like a legitimate film, less a product of Warner Bros. franchise-building and more the result of a great filmmaker executing a specific vision. That feels like something of a minor miracle in this day and age of cookie-cutter blockbusters, and big kudos to Warner Bros. for giving Reeves the space to make the movie he wanted. Aided by Greig Fraiser’s rain-soaked cinematography, James Chinlund’s grimy production design, and Michael Giacchino’s haunting score, ‘The Batman’ feels more in line with a gritty detective thriller than your average superhero action flick. 

That’s right, for the first time in his big-screen history, Batman really gets the chance to live up to that ‘World’s Greatest Detective’ moniker. This emphasis gives ‘The Batman’ a hardboiled, noir quality that, while evident in prior Bat-flicks, was always relegated to the very back of the line. Here, Reeves and co-writer Peter Craig have made it the central motif, world-weary voiceover narration and all. (I never knew how much I needed some Bat-narration in my life until this moment.) And while the pacing here is more considered than your standard blockbuster, or even past ‘Batman’ movies, there’s still plenty of solid action to behold. The fight choreography in particular is arguably the best this series has ever seen. (Nolan never did figure out how to craft a truly exciting fist fight.) There’s a visceral thrill in watching Batman take out a group of thugs, because, despite his superior strength and abilities, he still ends up taking quite a few punches. 

It’s that bruised, human quality that makes Robert Pattinson’s turn as the legendary character so compelling. His Batman/Bruce Wayne is unhinged in a way we haven’t truly seen before. Unlike Nolan and Bale’s interpretation, which went to great lengths to define who Bruce was and what motivated him to dress like a bat and take down criminals, the Reeves/Pattinson collaboration has homed in on the notion that Bruce himself isn’t sure who he is or why he does what he does, other than a deeply-rooted need to vent his unbridled rage. There’s a disturbed, dangerous quality to this version and Pattinson manages to act the hell out of that John Connor haircut and eyeliner. (I can’t tell you how much I appreciate a Batman movie finally acknowledging his application of eye paint.)

And I love the way Reeves and Craig have weaved in the supporting cast of characters. As Catwoman, Zoe Kravitz is both vulnerable and fierce. It’s no wonder Battinson falls so hard for her - here’s someone whose personal suffering and acrobatic abilities mirror his own. True love in the making! I also love the relationship between Batman and Gordon (a perfectly cast Jeffrey Wright), the ‘us against them’ mentality and the way their friendship grows as they collaborate to solve the Riddler’s clues. An unrecognizable Colin Farrell plays the Penguin with such glee - he seems to be having the most fun of anyone here - and Paul Dano is absolutely horrifying as this Zodiac killer-inspired iteration of the Riddler. There is so much working in ‘The Batman’s’ favor, and at three hours, I never once felt the length. 

So with all this praise, why didn’t I enjoy it more?

I guess it all comes down to the fact that all of this can’t help feeling a bit ‘been there, done that.’ Many of these same character beats have been explored in previous iterations, from Burton to Nolan. While Reeves’ take is compelling, it can’t help this ever-encroaching sense of familiarity. You’ve got the scene where the bad guy reminds the good guy that they’re ‘not so different’ after all; the conflicted love interest with a skewed sense of morality; Alfred’s insistence that Bruce needs to uphold ‘The Wayne Legacy’ (some of their exchanges feel pulled verbatim from ‘Batman Begins); yet another Batmobile chase; and so on and so forth.

And, look, while I am absolutely here for Pattinson’s disturbed, disconnected interpretation, his brooding Wayne is so emotionally distant, it nearly borders on self-parody. I mean, I love Nirvana as much as the next person, but I don’t know that I need scenes of him staring forlornly at his computer, journaling away while listening to their funereal ‘Something in the Way.’ It’s difficult to grasp what this Bruce Wayne actually cares about. Even his relationship with Alfred seems relatively estranged, but it’s barely touched on. (There’s an emotional beat between them near the film’s third act that doesn’t feel earned given the unfortunately small amount of screen time Andy Serkis’ Alfred has.) And we never get a true understanding of why Bruce chooses to dress like a bat and beat criminals to a pulp. It’s not that I need another origin story, (I really don’t) but it would have been nice to have at least a little more insight into who this person is and what drives him. He’s a bit one-note and stone faced. Even Bale’s Batman had something resembling a sense of humor. 

ALSO…there’s a shameless, sequel-teasing beat near the film’s conclusion that is particularly grating and better-suited for Marvel’s Cinematic Universe than Reeves’ deadly serious interpretation. I know Reeves has explained in interviews that this scene doesn’t necessarily mean what we think it means, but it still feels silly in a way the rest of the movie never does.

All this said, I’ve only seen ‘The Batman’ once. There’s a good chance additional viewings might help balance my opinion without the weight of anticipation coloring it. While I’m not sure I’ll ever outright embrace this film in the same way I embraced Nolan’s ‘Begins’ or ‘The Dark Knight,’ that ‘The Batman’ manages to hold a candle to those entries at all is nothing short of impressive. I love this cast, I love the crew, and I love Reeves. The Batman’s future looks very bright indeed…if ‘bright’ can be used to describe anything about Batman.

The documentary’s namesake is a movie theater located in downtown Kabul in Afghanistan. As the war torn city struggles to maintain some semblance of normalcy, the theater stands as a beacon for those citizens seeking to escape their brutal reality. Some in Kabul consider the cinema a degenerate pastime (to the extent that the theater manager hides what he does for a living from his own family), but those who work there firmly believe in the artform’s transformative power and importance, its ability to not only entertain but to convey crucial, inspiring messages and to change lives for the better.

Von Krogh has a keen eye, emphasizing humanizing details while expertly weaving in the stories of those who work at the theater. These employees couldn’t be more endearing, from the gruff ‘General,’ who doesn’t hesitate to slap around misbehaving patrons, to the soft-spoken projectionist who considers his role a dream come true. They are a lovable, eccentric group that has seen their fair share of horrific events. But they’ve also pushed through, doing their parts to ensure these movies are shown to the public, something they deem to be one of the worthiest of causes.

Cinema Pameer doesn’t shy away from the unspeakable atrocities that plague this society and its victims. There’s a particularly tense ride along in which two gentlemen drive to the country’s border in order to obtain films from Pakistan. On the way, they emphasize the risks involved, the grisly fates they’re likely to meet if they’re stopped by a rebel army or the Taliban. The suffering endured is further emphasized by personal accounts as some of the cinema’s employees reveal their brutal scars caused by unspeakable acts of terror. 

While the reality of life in Kabul is never sugarcoated, Cinema Pameer’s message is ultimately hopeful. There is so much beauty to be found in these individuals and their stories. In one of the film’s most moving sequences, the theater’s manager Said recounts going to the movies as a young boy with a girl he liked. One senses that the experience transcended reality, becoming something holy and sacred. This, he seems to suggest, is the power of the cinema, and Cinema Pameer is that feeling epitomized.

Fast-forward to 2019: "Superman Smashes the Klan," written by Gene Luen Yang with art by Gurihiru, is released as a three-part serial and is loosely based on the aforementioned radio show. Set in 1946, a Chinese-American family moves to the suburbs of Metropolis and out of Chinatown. The Lees are not welcome by all, and some are so disturbed by them moving in that a flaming cross appears on their front lawn. The focus of the story is on the two Lee children, Tommy and Roberta. Tommy is a gifted athlete who quickly usurps the mantle of starting pitcher on the community center baseball team. The former starting pitcher's uncle is the "Grand Scorpion" of Metropolis' local Klan chapter. Yang shows an interesting dichotomy with the uncle because when his nephew talks about being replaced, he essentially tells him to take it in stride and do better next time. That is until he hears the name "Lee." His entire mood changes, and he practically goes for his robes right there. I'm pointing to this moment because we often hear, "well, he's always been nice to me." It's a familiar character defense that comes up regularly when somebody accuses another of racism, sexism, or xenophobia. Yang lifts the veil of this defense as well as sheds light on the duality of racism. This theme is done deftly and sometimes overtly throughout the story. You can forgive the use of overt themes in place of subtly once you understand the history of this story and from what it was adapted.

The art is done in a playful way to showcase how different this is from the modern tellings of Superman of this current decade. It also achieves that shiny veneer and idyllic view of the past that so many of us have but also reveals how Camelot was a lie for people who looked different than Superman or me. Setting the story in Gotham, the reader wouldn't feel like it was that much of a stretch to see police corruption, systemic racism, casual xenophobia, etc. But Metropolis is the shining city upon a hill (even with death rays). Certain characters even voice their disbelief in the kind of activities that take place, including our favorite veteran paperman Perry White.

While Superman swooping in to save the Lee family from drowning, bombs and Klan activity is the main plot; the b-plot is Supes dealing with his own identity and the development of his powers. Superman can only leap, and his eyes only see. The comic goes out of its way to remind us of the early history of his character and limited abilities. These two stories are fantastic on their own, but at times they feel clumsy when smashed together. Going back and forth, you keep wondering whether this is a story about an immigrant family struggling with the Klan with the help of Superman or a Superman story struggling with his parentage while punching the Klan. The connections between the two stories of self-identity and immigration are tenuous at best, that is until the end. Yang does stick the landing when Superman accepts he's an alien and an immigrant and proudly reveals it to the world. Superman's revelation mirrors Roberta Lee's journey and the acceptance of her issues as well as her birth name.

Overall, this is an entertaining read with a pertinent message and, sadly, still a timely one, but it can either give you a glimpse of your past or small window into one you've never experienced. If you do read it, I recommend you make sure to read the epilogue written by Yang. It gives a brief history of the plight of Chinese-Americans, Klan activity, and his own experiences growing up. It is just as interesting as the Superman story the proceeds it and, in my opinion, should have been the prologue. It gives much more depth and understanding to the reader.

Tristan Riddell

Co-Founder and Publisher

10. Inception (2010) / Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (2018)

It was a tie for tenth place with Christopher Nolan’s decade-defining blockbuster (everyone was using that Inception horn in their trailers) and The Nerd Party’s top Film of 2018: Into The Spider-Verse.

9. The Social Network (2010)

When it was announced that David Fincher was going to direct a movie about Facebook, the internet scoffed. The end result turned out to be one of the most important and defining films of the decade that has even more punch today.

8. Before Midnight (2013)

The final entry to an incredible trilogy turned out not to be Rise Of Skywalker but Richard Linklater’s conclusion to the Before Trilogy. But is it really the end? We’ll find out in 2023. 

7. Under the Skin (2014)

The highest-rated A24 film on the list, Scarlett Johansson was a world away from the MCU as she drove around Glasgow in a white transit van picking up men for mysterious and nefarious purposes in this unique science fiction film.

6. La La Land (2017)

The best original musical of the last ten years (sorry The Greatest Showman), it cemented Damian Chazelle’s position as one of Hollywood’s hottest directors and was responsible for the most infamous moment of the decade when it lost the Best Picture Oscar to Moonlight...

5. Interstellar (2014)

Christopher Nolan is the only director to have two films on this list with his highest entry being his science-fiction epic that rode the crest of the wave of the McConnaisance.

4. The Avengers (2012)

Despite dominating the box office charts for the entire decade, the only entry from the Marvel Cinematic Universe to make it onto our list was this original team-up movie that made way for the most successful movie of all time.

3. Mad Max: Fury Road

Arguably the best pure action film of the last ten years. Well, certainly in the minds of The Nerd Party, as it was the film which featured on the most lists across the group.

2. Skyfall (2012)

The high point of Daniel Craig’s run as Bond… until No Time to Die at least. It was referential to the franchise but also delivered in terms of action and spectacle. Plus, an absolute banger of a theme song from Adele.

1. Blade Runner 2049 (2017)

Well, who would have thought that a sequel that no one was screaming out for, to a 35-year-old science-fiction film that flopped at the box office would take the top spot on The Nerd Party’s list? BR2049 was simply a stunning piece of filmmaking that built on Ridley Scott’s original world and left us wanting more. And it finally bagged Roger Deakins an overdue Oscar for cinematography!

Make sure to listen to the 200th episode of The Nerd Party’s show Filibuster and hear the hosts Dallas, Kim, and Lee discuss the above list, their own personal lists, as well as review Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker.

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Each new film in this series enriches the preceding one to the point where I’d argue you could jump right into it with ‘63 Up’ and get an excellent picture of the entire project. Apted and his team expertly interweave footage from past films, enriching each individual’s story with supporting, and sometimes contrasting, comments from their past selves. Now reaching their early 60s, we find the group contending with their mortality head-on. There are health concerns, quiet reflections and, for the first time, one of the original fourteen members has passed away.

But even as it deals in occasionally melancholic subject matter, ‘63 Up’ is a joyous viewing experience, a celebration of life and all the little quirks and complexities that come with it. The thrill is in seeing how each of these people has taken on life’s challenges and emerged on the other side with as much hope and dignity as is possible given their unique circumstances. It’s amazing how clear some of these individuals’ journeys were from the get-go. You have Tony, who started out as rambunctious, energetic 7-year-old, and has maintained the same zest and enthusiasm throughout his life, even despite the hardships he and his family have faced. Or Bruce, who has maintained the same quiet, thoughtful demeanor he displayed in ‘7 Up,’ and has settled nicely into the role of husband and father.

Others in the group have changed in dramatic ways. Neil started off as an adorable 7-year-old who wanted to be an astronaut. Once he hit his early 20s however, he was out of school, homeless and filled with bitter resentment. Over the course of the past couple decades, he managed to bounce back, embracing a career in both politics and the church. While his mental health issues have persisted, he’s found solace in his Christian faith. You also have Nick, who grew up on a small farm and ended up pursuing a career as a nuclear physicist before settling into a role as a professor at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. While usually enthusiastic and talkative, this latest entry finds him in a contemplative mood, contending not only with his father’s recent death, but his own personal health issues.

What’s nearly as fascinating is the way this series has subconsciously served as a document of Apted himself. Though he never physically appears in the films, his presence is always felt, either through his interview questions or his narrating the proceedings. One of the subjects, Jackie, took Apted to task in a previous entry for his admittedly sexist approach to questioning her and her friends Lynn and Sue about their relationships and marriage in earlier entries. It’s clear Apted took the criticisms to heart and has offered ample opportunity for Jackie and the others to air their grievances. Just like his subjects, Apted has continued to grow and develop as both a filmmaker and a human being. (It’s also important to note that despite the offense taken, Jackie also admits that she’s loved being a part of the series and hasn’t regretted her involvement one bit.)

Charlie (Driver) is the head of his own theater company located in New York City. He has directed his wife Nicole (Johansson) in many productions over the past few years and their creative collaboration has brought the company great success. As demonstrated in the film’s opening montage, there’s clear love and affection between the couple. However, Charlie’s needs have superseded Nicole’s for far too long, and when Nicole catches wind of an incredible acting opportunity in Los Angeles, she leaps at the chance, taking their son Henry with her. 

The timing proves fatal to Nicole and Charlie’s already estranged marriage. Despite their initial decision to have an amicable split, Nicole gets in touch with a hotshot family lawyer (Laura Dern) who convinces Nicole that divorce is the right course of action. 

And it all goes great and no one’s feelings are hurt. Hooray!!

Or, yeah, maybe not.

‘Marriage Story’ doesn’t pull its punches. Its unflinching portrayal of the many ups and downs (er...mostly downs) of divorce results in sequences so raw and authentic there were times I felt I should excuse myself from the room. But despite the painful subject matter, Baumbach imbues his work with a great deal of optimism, empathy and humor. He recognizes marriage’s many complexities, that applying simplistic terms like ‘love’ or ‘hate’ simply don’t do the emotions justice. Charlie and Nicole might harbor bitter resentment towards one another, but there’s clear affection between them. Though their split might have been inevitable, their love for one another remains.

Driver and Johansson give themselves completely over to the material, baring their souls and emotions in truly remarkable fashion. These are the kind of performances that remind you just how powerful and affecting the craft can be. Baumbach does an excellent job fleshing out Charlie and Nicole’s little quirks and character details, but the way Driver and Johansson bring these people to life is nothing short of astonishing. I found myself rooting for both characters, even in the more painful scenes when their sole motivations seem to be hurting one another. It’s tough to pick a side, even if you want to. Most likely, this was Baumbach’s intention all along.

Pattinson plays Ephraim Winslow, a young man serving a four-week contract as a lighthouse keeper. He serves under Dafoe’s grizzly, seasoned Thomas Wake. The pair is isolated on a dreary island under a persistent gray sky. Slowly but surely, Winslow’s sanity creeps away from him. He has strange dreams about mermaids and disembodied tentacles, and develops an antagonistic relationship with the island’s seagull population. What happens to these guys makes for about as unconventional and original a cinematic expression as you’re likely to see in theaters this year.

There are long stretches in which not much seems to be happening, but even in these slower moments, The Lighthouse manages to captivate. Eggers’ methodical direction works hand-in-hand with Jarin Blaschke’s stunning black and white cinematography to create a stark, dreamlike environment. The images they craft are evocative and unforgettable, evoking a sense of haunting fairy tale unreality. The Lighthouse contains countless images that are hauntingly beautiful. Every frame captivates. The 1.19:1 aspect ratio contributes to the uneasy mood, the sense of claustrophobia and impending doom.

That Eggers (who co-wrote this screenplay with his brother Max) never explicitly states what’s real and what isn’t only works in the film’s favor. Clearly his material is steeped in all kinds of lore, specifically Greek fables, but with some notable exceptions, these allusions are more subtextual. This works in the film’s favor, as any explicit statements or references would work against the material. The sense of disorientation, the hallucinatory quality this evokes, puts the viewer right smack in the middle of its main characters’ disturbed mindsets. Is any of this really happening, or is it all taking place in our characters’ heads? Eggers never fully provides the answers, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s far more satisfying than if he’d had.

But while Eggers and co.’s cinematic technique is undoubtedly impressive, it’s Pattinson and Dafoe’s performances that keep us invested. Their madcap, zany and downright disturbing takes on these two lighthouse keepers slowly descending into madness are horrifying and, occasionally, downright hysterical. The duo drinks, dances, sings and farts (amongst other things) through every scene with utter devotion to their craft. Their humanity slowly but surely dissipates until everything explodes in a fit of violence and confusion. You might say Pattinson and Dafoe anchor the film in something resembling reality and genuine feeling; truth be told, they’re just as insane as everything else in this movie, and I love it.

As I mentioned in my review of the first film, It is my favorite of Stephen King’s novels. While it’s typically labeled as nothing more than ‘the one with the creepy clown,’ people neglect to mention it’s also a genuinely affecting and thoughtful coming-of-age tale. Aside from King’s standard unforgettable scares and terrifying imagery, his story said something profound about the nature of growing up, the importance of friendship and the bittersweetness of leaving your childhood behind. 

There’s an overabundance of narrative and thematic ground to cover in this 1,100+ page tome. While the novel intercuts the grown-up Losers’ story with that of their childhood counterparts’, Muschietti and company opted to split the adult’s portion and the kids’ portion into two separate entities. On paper it seems like a smart idea, but the reality proves otherwise. In King’s novel, the intercutting format allows the reader to rediscover the adult Losers’ childhood memories as the characters’ do. When the two stories are split in two, all it accomplishes is further re-emphasizing information we already know, drawing attention to the repetitive nature of the story. We know how things will play out because we’ve already seen the entire story in the first film and this robs It: Chapter Two of much of its potential for suspense and mystery. 

Somehow three hours feels both too long and not long enough. The first hour’s chaotic pacing and editing finds It: Chapter Two’s screenplay struggling to discover its way. I don’t envy Gary Dauberman, the sequel’s sole screenwriter. He’s tasked with re-introducing no less than seven characters, catching us up with their adult iterations and sending them back to Derry for a showdown with an evil clown. The sheer amount of information thrown at viewers makes it difficult to register the reunion between these characters. We’re supposed to believe these are the same life-long friends we’ve come to know and love, but because we’ve spent so little time learning who they are in the present day, it doesn’t feel like we know them at all. Whereas the source material frames the battle between the Losers and Pennywise as an epic showdown between the forces of good and evil, the film version portrays it as little more than ‘group of kids fights scary monster.’ There’s no sense of the greater stakes and it makes the battle at the center of both these films feel insignificant. 

The film never recovers from the disconnect between the adult Losers and their younger counterparts. While the ensemble is strong, made up of the likes of James McAvoy, Jessica Chastain and Bill Hader, there’s little chemistry between them. Hader, as has already been stated, is the highlight here. His youthful performance brings the energy and humanity It: Chapter Two sorely needs. His interactions with James Ransone’s Eddie provide many of the film’s best moments. 

The remaining cast members, while giving solid takes, are surprisingly stiff and awkward. McAvoy never seems comfortable in the role of Bill Denborough and it doesn’t help that his and Chastain’s ‘romance’ feels shoehorned in. The lack of chemistry between the adult versions of these characters holds It: Chapter Two back from hitting its emotional beats. Every time the film flashes back to the Losers as kids, it reminded me just how well the young ensemble worked as a unit and how much the first film benefited from their involvement. Their presence is sorely missed this time around. 

And then there’s Bill Skarsgard as Pennywise the clown. It’s as if Muschetti didn’t trust that Skarsgard’s take would be frightening enough. At nearly every opportunity, the performance is amplified by hokey computer-generated effects that diminish the work Skarsgard is doing. Maybe it’s just the reality of the situation: the more you see of Pennywise, the less scary he is. Seeing as how we’ve already seen an awful lot of him in the last film and nearly three hours worth of him in this one, it’s no wonder Muschetti struggled to make it work. But the addition of morphing, CGI faces don’t help the cause and, in fact, take away from Skarsgard’s effectiveness in the role.

Just as ineffective are the goofy, computer-generated monstrosities that pop out of every which corner to terrify our heroes. There are a few genuinely effective scares, such as when Jessica Chastain’s Beverly pays a visit to her childhood home, or a scene in which Pennywise lures a young girl to her demise under the bleachers during a sporting event. The film’s final act also features a number of inventive sequences that give it a much needed jolt. For the most part though, the scares play out in exactly the same way: a disembodied voice lures one of our heroes off to a dark, secluded area where a monster is waiting to pop out and provide the obligatory jump scare. This happens to every single one of the main characters, and it plays out in nearly the exact same way every time. Any potential for terror is diminished by the repetitiveness. It ends up being annoying more than anything else.

Sadly, It: Chapter Two feels like an obligatory comedown from the unexpected high of the first film, almost as if the filmmakers themselves weren’t sure how to live up to expectations and decided to scrap the whole attempt. Ultimately this adaptation fails because it lacks the emotional nuance and sense of stakes established in Stephen King’s novel. By honing in on cheap scares and cramming in unnecessary subplots, Muscheitti loses the essential heart of the story. His ambitions are admirable, but the final product sinks rather than floats.

I was willing to give Spider-Man: Homecoming a pass. Despite being relatively shallow, it’s light on its feet, has a great villain in Michael Keaton’s Vulture and contains a strong emotional beat for Spidey near the film’s climax. Far From Home has none of this. In fact, Far From Home is one of the blandest entries Marvel Studios has yet released. Instead of seeking out opportunities to deepen Peter Parker’s character, Marvel Studios has relegated him to cleaning up the mess Avengers: Endgame left behind.  When a Spider-Man film makes you long for the emotional depth of Spider-Man 3, you know there’s a problem.

Following the shenanigans of Infinity War and Endgame, Peter is understandably ready for a vacation. His upcoming summer class trip is the perfect opportunity to do so. Not only will he and his best bud Ned get to take in a number of scenic European views, but Peter will get a chance to spend quality time with his crush MJ. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll finally get the chance to tell her how he feels. Peter even goes so far as to leave his Spider suit behind, determined to enjoy this time off to the fullest. 

Naturally, things don’t work out that way. Before long, Nick Fury arrives to pull Peter off of the sidelines and back into the superhero-ing world. Quentin Beck, a superhero claiming to be from another dimension, has arrived in the midst of a number of Elemental monster attacks. These Elementals, comprising of - you guessed it - water, fire and earth, destroyed Beck’s Earth. Beck is now determined to protect Peter’s Earth at all costs, but he and Fury will need Peter’s help to do so. That is, if Peter is up for the task.

Right from the get-go, Far From Home casually dismisses Endgame’s dramatic heft in favor of a quick laugh. While I understand the need to establish a different tone from Endgame, the offhand way Far From Home makes light of Endgame’s superb conclusion further emphasizes how little director Jon Watts and this creative team cares about making anything that happens here feel significant in any way. At every turn, Far From Home attempts to distract the audience from its glaring insignificance by going the route of comedy. Every action sequence is punctuated by some half-assed punchline or an overriding sense of artificiality - Flash Thompson live-blogging on his phone; the teachers making some kooky comments about how they’re all going to die. There’s no sense of danger. No suspense. No stakes. None of it feels remotely believable. 

To be fair, the emphasis on humor is a common complaint lobbied at the MCU. Here’s the thing, though: while humor plays a large role in these films, the humor enriches the already present emotional stakes and characters. For the most part, we’re laughing with our heroes, not at them. (Thor: Ragnarok is the argument to the contrary, but the big difference between that film and this one is that Thor: Ragnarok is actually funny.) Far From Home can’t seem to differentiate between those two things. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if the jokes didn’t feel so forced and awkward.

And, hey, speaking of forced and awkward, how ‘bout those action sequences? With the exception of one genuinely impressive Mysterio-inspired acid trip, every action scene feels lackluster and uninspired. It’s like the studio handed director Jon Watts a shot list and storyboards without taking any input from him. “All you need to do is show up on set and say, ‘Action!’ Whatever unique sensibilities or voice Watts brought to the table with Homecoming have all but vanished in Far From Home. 

Actually, you know what it reminds me of? Marc Webb’s short-lived Amazing Spider-Man series. No, hear me out real quick. Neither of those movies are particularly good, but which one feels more like the product of the 500 Days of Summer director? The first one, right? And which one feels more like a studio-mandated, computer-generated crapshoot? (There’s only one guess left here, people. You can’t go wrong) 

Far From Home is the MCU’s equivalent of The Amazing Spider-Man 2. It’s louder, more colorful and ultimately emptier than its immediate predecessor. I guess it’s fitting that Mysterio would be Far From Home’s main villain. A character that specializes in crafting intricate illusions to hide how insignificant everything is? Sounds about right, doesn’t it? Jake Gyllenaal takes on the role with manic enthusiasm, but the character’s motivations are flimsy and dull. Once again, we have a villain hellbent on getting revenge on Tony Stark, and once again, we have Spider-Man cleaning up a mess Tony Stark left behind. 

Great.

Things don’t fare much better with Peter’s personal relationships either, in particular, the romance between Peter and MJ. The two of them are all awkward pauses and nervous tics. It’s adorable, make no mistake, but like most of Far From Home, it feels artificial. We never get the sense that there’s a real connection between these two because Watts and screenwriters Chris McKenna and Erik Sommers (the same writing pair behind the dull beyond all reason Ant-Man and the Wasp) never take a break from telling jokes to offer up a single moment of sincerity. Tom Holland and Zendaya have great chemistry, but there’s no substance to their interactions. The rest of the supporting cast are simplistic types, barely memorable. Even Ned, one of Homecoming’s highlights, is left on the sidelines with little to do.

What’s really disappointing is that Far From Home contains the set up for what could have been really great Spider-Man story. I love the idea that Peter just wants a break from all the crazy superhero duties. He just wants a vacation with his friends; he wants to spend time with the girl he’s crushing on. Doesn’t he deserve a break? It’s in the execution that this film fails.

Many of Spidey’s best tales deal with Peter’s struggle to balance his personal life - money woes, girl troubles, job issues, etc. - with the responsibility of being a superhero. It’s what makes this character so special. He carries a significant weight and the responsibility of being Spider-Man puts a damper on everything in his life. Sam Raimi’s trilogy understood this perfectly. It’s why those films still hold up so well. Even Spider-Man 3, as stupid as it is, had its heart in the right place.

The problem with the MCU’s version of Spider-Man is that it seems to ignore the emotional depth of the character in favor of a quick laugh and light-hearted adventures. Peter’s struggles never evolve beyond the surface level. There’s no sense of responsibility or obligation, nothing personal that seems to motivate Peter’s decision to be a hero. Marvel Studios is so concerned with making Spider-Man light and fun, they’ve forgotten to provide any meaningful emotional stakes or the slightest bit of complexity to the character. Other than a brief conversation in ‘Captain America: Civil War’ (which, by the way, remains the MCU’s best interpretation of this character to date and ISN’T EVEN A SPIDER-MAN MOVIE), we don’t have a strong sense of who Peter is or why he does what he does. As far as I can tell, Peter wants to be Spider-Man because he wants to live up to Tony Stark’s legacy. His entire motivation is reliant on another character. This robs Peter of a personal motivation and, as a direct result, reduces the character to a pale imitation of his true potential. 

And, look, I get it. The Uncle Ben stuff is well-tread territory. I’m not saying I need the same angsty overtones provided by the Raimi/Maguire trilogy, but the way these films bend over backwards to not mention Uncle Ben is borderline parodic. Here’s the thing: you don’t have to show Uncle Ben’s death or have it take precedent over the story to show its impact in Peter and Aunt May’s life. 

Instead of taking advantage of the chance to deepen the relationship between these two, to show how they’ve tried to move on in the wake of Ben’s passing, life seems pretty peachy-keen for the Parkers. They don’t seem to struggle with any money woes, illnesses or anything else that could potentially offer these films an ounce of significance. Uncle Ben provides the core motivation for why Spider-Man does what he does. When you take that out of the picture, what else is left? I mean, they don’t even acknowledge the fact that Peter has had two, count ‘em, TWO, father figures taken from him in the span of, like, a year. Come on, people!

And at the center of all of this, fighting to overcome the film’s lack of identity and overarching blandness, is Tom Holland. Holland is a remarkable, gifted young actor. He’s nailed this character and has proven time and time again he has the chops to pull off a far more meaningful interpretation. I wish the studio was willing to meet him halfway. To watch him give his all in a film that doesn’t remotely deserve his talents is a depressing experience. 

That’s really the best way to describe this film. ‘Depressing.’ Far From Home reduces Spidey to a C-list member of the MCU’s expansive ensemble. His entries in this franchise feel more like financial obligations than attempts to tell meaningful stories. I wouldn’t care as much if it was another character getting lost in the corporate chaos, but this is SPIDER-MAN we’re talking about. He’s one of the most complex and beloved characters in the history of storytelling. The source material is overflowing with great stories that have meaningful emotions and stakes and this is the best Marvel Studios can come up with? As portrayed here, Spider-Man is no longer a character that can stand on his own. He’s just a fly trapped in someone else’s web. 

This time around, we find Woody, Buzz and the rest of the gang living out their new lives with their new kid Bonnie. Woody’s struggling to find his place in this new environment. He’s no longer the leader and clearly not one of Bonnie’s favorite toys. When Bonnie returns from Kindergarten with ‘Forky,’ a new toy she made out of a spork, some googly eyes and a popsicle stick, Woody takes it upon himself to protect him and ensure he stays by her side. 

This becomes complicated as Forky is resistant to being a toy. He knows he’s trash, like, literal trash, and longs to fulfill his true purpose, making a mad dash for the closest waste bin whenever the opportunity presents itself. When Forky escapes during a summer road trip, Woody gives chase and winds up running into his old flame Bo Peep. During his time with her, Woody discovers there may be potential to pursue another, better life. But is he willing to give up his life with Bonnie and his friends to do so?

Does any of this sound familiar? You could pick out many of the plot points from the previous Toy Story films: Woody helping a toy realize it’s a toy while they try to get back to their kid (#1); Woody realizing he has the potential to live another life outside of the one he’s familiar with while his friends try to rescue him (#2); trying to figure out one’s place when the life you’ve known is no longer an option (#3).

There are a few interesting ideas presented here that we haven’t seen before, one of them being that children are essentially gods and can give ‘life’ to toys. But screenwriters Andrew Stanton and Stephany Folsom and director Josh Cooley steer clear of that complex and potentially problematic subject matter. (You can only ponder the nature of existence so much in a family film) Instead, they focus on Woody’s displacement, his feeling that he lacks any purpose in his new life with Bonnie.

Well, kind of. 

Honestly, the film can't decide if it's about Woody or Forky. About halfway through, Forky takes a back seat to Woody's story. The writers sort of set up Woody’s conflict at the film’s start and there’s an emotional payoff near the end. Overall though, his character arc feels a bit undercooked resulting in emotional beats that lack the impact they need. 

And what about Buzz, Rex, Slinky Dog and the rest of the gang? Well. They’re there. But there isn’t a whole lot for them to do aside from fretting and worrying. The massive ensemble is just too unwieldy and the characters we know and love end up getting left behind. Buzz in particular doesn’t have much to do, and although the screenwriters try desperately to get him involved at any given point, they’re unable to give him much purpose here.

Toy Story 4 also suffers from a general lack of conflict. The villain introduced here, Gabby Gabby (voiced by Christina Hendricks), is well-developed. Her ventriloquist dummy henchmen are the stuff of genuine nightmares. But, for reasons I won’t spoil, the threat she presents ends up being more of a minor one. I appreciate the creative team’s attempts to present a different kind of villain, but it robs the film of much of its suspense. 

But while Toy Story 4 may be lacking in the storytelling department, the creative team fills the gaps with superb visuals and colorful new characters. First we’ve got Keanu Reeves’ Duke Caboom, a Canadian motorcyclist and daredevil, who provides nothing but pure joy whenever he’s on-screen. We’ve also got Bunny and Ducky, voiced by none other than Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele. These characters keep things feeling fresh and fun, providing some of the film’s biggest laughs. (They also feel like fodder for a potential Disney+ series down the line.)

Look, I get it. Toy Story 1-3 are masterpieces. It was only a matter of time before we’d get to one that was just plain ‘good.’ And I get that these films are money in the bank for Pixar. (You’ve gotta pay the bills somehow.) Perhaps Toy Story 4’s biggest accomplishment is that despite being a clear money-making venture, it feels like a genuine, heartfelt storytelling effort as opposed to a cynical cash cow. 

But maybe, just maybe, it’s time to really really close the book on this film series. You got away with it this time, Pixar, but it’s time to let Toy Story go. As this wonderful film series has taught us: nothing is meant to last.