Contributor: Paul Asay

With great power comes great responsibility. That’s what Spider-Man taught us. But Deadpool is as irresponsible as they come.

Feels a lot like all of its extras: mostly dead.

Disney’s The Finest Hours feels like an old-fashioned adventure yarn that wants to inspire as much as thrill.

To truly describe this movie, one must invent new words that mean “ridiculously foul,” only worse.

There’s a huge difference between difficult topics and difficult—sometimes gratuitous—content.

Caring is a messy business, the movie tells us, sometimes quite literally. Blessed are those who get their hands dirty.

13 Hours is a well-made, violent, profane, difficult movie. The fact that it depicts real, important events makes it no less difficult.

Comedian Kevin Hart’s crude and raunchy motormouth shtick is wearing thin.

Joy might be reason for, if not joy, then at least a bit of satisfaction.

But for all its obvious craftsmanship, The Hateful Eight is ruined by its unremitting incivility.

It’s not just the Force awakening in Episode VII. It’s the franchise’s charm. And maybe its life lessons, too.

While the surface story is pretty straightforward, there glides underneath (like the white whale itself) a spiritually tinged parable.

The movie’s name really says it all. Sure, it’s a big movie. An important movie, perhaps. But it left me feeling seriously shorted.

Mother Teresa’s story is strong enough to inspire us, no matter how it’s presented. And so The Letters challenges each of us.

A messy experience, any way you want to slice it.