“I Know What You Did Last Summer” is more than the sum of its parts. The parts are… not much.

I spent most of “Blow Out” thinking Burke was a lousy assassin.

I expected “Gun Crazy” to be more dangerous than it is, which is maybe a strange thing to say about a movie built on of guns, sex, robbery, and a general sense of doom.

Spielberg has been saying for years that he wanted to make a film about aliens being real and the cover-up being real and the disclosure being real, and I was prepared to spend two hours in a comfortable seat being a dick about it.

I came to “Shadow” with one read already in my head. This was the apology film.

I have seen The Truman Show more times than I can responsibly admit, and it’s never felt like the same movie twice.

I asked my kid, who is an EMT and who actually goes to these scenes, whether stringers really show up at accidents the way Lou Bloom does, before the bodies are covered. Absolutely, was the answer. Almost every time.

“Brick” is a high school movie with no interest in remembering high school stuff.

To think… the snow was an accident.