Ryan Syrek

This roundup has nothing to do with Independence Day really. But you can declare your independence from boredom by streaming these four 2026 movies that I have recently seen and didn’t tell you about yet! For the record, this is not me trying to milk a federal holiday for the sweet protein of shirked responsibility so much as it is me not wanting to find a few hundred words to say about Toy Story 17: Please Let Us Die, We Want to Die So Bad or

An adult movie in every sense of the word, The Invite is nothing more than a sad-horny discussion. Director and star Olivia Wilde makes a strong case that the unintentionally hilarious Don’t Worry Darling was the anomaly on her filmography and not the intentionally hilarious Booksmart. The Invite is not hilarious.

Fitting, given that Homer is listed on its IMDB page: Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey finally settles an age-old question. In a shocking turn of events, acting is

Call it “not doing my homework” or being mildly oblivious and overly busy, but I walked into Motor City not knowing it had a crazy gimmick. I knew that it was a revenge-action soap opera starring the endlessly endearing man-mountain Alan Ritchson. I did not know it was dialogue-free (or insanely close to it). In a way, this was a great test to see if the central conceit felt forced or seemed natural and cool.

The collision between an impossible expectation of objectivity and deep passion/knowledge of a subject can make for a helluva complicated film review, am I right Emily Wilson? Spider-Man is no Odysseus and Spider-Man: Brand New Day is no Odyssey …to other people. But in my life, no mythological figure has loomed larger than old webhead, and no story has taken up more space in my psyche than Peter Parker’s never-ending quest to be responsible and kind, while sometimes making jokes that only he finds funny.

FDA approves lutetium Lu 177 vipivotide tetraxetan plus ARPI for metastatic hormone-sensitive prostate cancer, expanding treatment options.

Explore the latest FDA fast track and priority review designations granted in July 2026, accelerating the development of promising treatments.

Whether or not the term “elevated horror” should be used to describe any of the more thoughtful entries in the genre, there is no arguing that writer/director Adrian Chiarella’s Leviticus is “elevated.” At least in the sense that it towers far above It Follows, a movie that it will be inevitably compared with. Okay, fine, maybe you can argue about that. But you definitely shouldn’t argue with me about it, as I am gonna be simply wildly unpleasant during that conversation.

My ire for It Follows remains unparalleled. I can, have, and will again rant about how overrated writer/director David Robert Mitchell’s debut film is and

What I love more than anything about writer/director Jane Schoenbrun’s films is that I largely do not understand them. That is a sincere compliment! They aren’t baffling in the sense of being poorly made or confusing. They are befuddling because of how concretely they encase me inside an experience so far outside of my own.