Reviews

This first chapter is a serviceable beginning with just enough little nuggets here and there to sustain my interest.

In the end, the cons outweigh the pros, but only enough to make this perfectly adequate and disposable, aka the Netflix special.

Sarnoski finds a few paths to breathe life into this franchise, one that is further proving itself to be a one-trick pony.

It's never irritating because of its pandemic-esque presentation, but never unique enough to break through this subgenre.

It’s all good and fun on the surface, there’s just not enough under the hood to make it into the beast it strives to be.

It's a delightful return to the world of emotions, bringing back the spark that we once consistently expected from Pixar.

It all comes together to make something more than the sum of its parts, which are all equally fascinating to pick apart and dissect.

Another Cannes Film Festival is in the books, which means it’s time to decompress from all the commotion and gather my thoughts on everything I saw.

I’m pretty sure Greta Gerwig’s Cannes jury only needed the initial thirty seconds to declare this their Palme d’Or winner.

An extraordinary amount of dedication and sincerity is given to even the most outlandish of concepts.