Child's Play 2019 belongs in a VHS jacket on a dimly-lit shelf inside a rundown Blockbuster outlet, waiting for some unsuspecting kid to discover it too early and watch it on repeat.

It's a sleazy technophobic shocker with a low opinion of itself and its audience. It's so base-level, so intensely straight-faced about its own lunacy, that it's free to be as balls-out vulgar as it likes.

In an early scene, Chucky discovers pornography in the form of The Texas…

Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1993

Green Book is an anachronism. Perhaps it’s been sitting in a vault for 25 years. It's stuffy like grandpa’s cardigan and cheerfully out of touch like grandpa himself. But it’s familiar odd-couple formula is so slick and well acted that audiences hardly notice the toxins in the Cool Aid until the glass is empty.

If a road comedy about a racist Italian-American who chauffeurs a stuffy black pianist on a concert tour through…

The Imitation Game plays like the polite dinner conversation at a party, before drinks have been served to loosen everybody up. It's so mannered and inoffensive that it seems to come at us from the chamber of a prettily-furnished snow globe.

It's a biopic that chronicles three interwoven periods in the life of mathematician Alan Turing, a solitary introvert who developed a machine that deciphered codes the Nazis used to deliver tactical messages during WW2. A latent homosexual, the film…

Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a bit of an anomaly. It's a film that is frightened of its own material.

The reasons are manifold. Capote (who wrote the novella) wanted Marilyn Monroe for the part of Holly Golightly; the weed-smoking alcoholic prostitute who has a casual affair with a gigolo writer. The studio wanted Hepburn, whose image was less sexually overt and more dignified. Audrey’s prostitute needed to be enigmatic, so the more salacious material in the story was dropped. Meanwhile,…