I’ll put it this way for parents:  During this time of epic isolation, Trolls 2 should buy you just enough time to enjoy two El Presidente margaritas.  

The good news is that babbling drunk is really the only way to survive the rest of the movie.  If you still wish to proceed, then grab a fifth of Mezcal and consider yourselves warned.

A sumptuous soufflé, rich in flavor and meticulous in its crafting, devotees of the source material will no doubt find this to be a pleasing two-hour experience. 

It’s difficult to type the words, almost like my fingers have been frozen in amber:  This cinematic Sonic ain’t…half…bad.

Demanding times call for undemanding movies.  We need something goofier than all get-out right now.

In trying to be something to everybody, The Hunt ends up being not enough of anything to anyone.

Unfortunately, once you see this calamity, it will seep into your brain like tomato sauce into tupperware–permanently stained and ugly.  

The Gentlemen may be boiling over with profanity and squib-splattering violence, but with a great cast and a relaxed atmosphere, this is just the kind of fun we need right now.

Crazy thing is, somewhere along this fantabulous emancipation of Harley Quinn lies a movie that ain’t half bad.

By the time this cinematic cyclone has effectively devastated us, the only thing we can do with all this sadness and shock is laugh at the perfect symmetry of it all.