A drawn-out reminder of “the grass is always greener” syndrome.

Celebrates the downtrodden people, outcasts and defiant dreamers in a musical that you didn’t know that you needed to see.

No film in 2017 surprised me more than this one.

Feels as if del Toro borrowed and updated a campy 1950s sci-fi thriller.

Has the feel of a potluck dinner gone bad.

Wanders without focus instead of concentrating on the core story and characters.

Rattles us with an authenticity not often found in films of its era.

A captivating, unrelenting tale that takes no prisoners.

Puts the Asgardian god of thunder on top of the Marvel Universe mountain for the first time.

Like a puzzle where the pieces have the same shape and familiarity but the image that they produce is different.

A shockingly empty expanse of unresolved questions and unrealized potential.

This big-budget mess amounts more to a minor tremor than a full-scale disasterpiece.