Contributor: Paul Asay

When someone’s running for public office, should their private lives be scrutinized?

In its graphic depictions of its Nazi horrors (and horrific Nazis), Overlord goes overboard.

This movie’s just terrible. Terrible aesthetically, terrible ethically, terrible in every which way a movie can be.

Johnny English is no James Bond. But he’s no great friend to the family, either.

Can You Ever Forgive Me? feels erudite, entertaining and, in the end, utterly empty.

Beyond the horrific thrills and chills, beyond the cathartic showdown, slasher movies are about one thing: death.

First Man puts flesh on a marbled hero, complexities, flaws and all.

Underneath the scars and flaws, underneath the mistakes we make and the falls we take, a tiny glow of our God-given beauty lingers.

As palpable as these talented actors’ chemistry may be, moviegoers should approach this film with deep caution.

As this movie suggests, gold ain’t the only thing that can do bad things to our souls.

This film is literally about showing the worst in all of us, and as explicitly as seems possible.

This movie feels messy in every which way.

Along with its spirituality, The Nun invites a whole host of supernatural grotesquerie to the party.

This film blends its eerie atmospherics with brief moments of terrible, frighteningly realistic bloodshed.

I’ve seen worse movies this year. But I don’t know if I’ve seen anything that made me more sad.