The eagerly anticipated It: Chapter Two gives us almost three hours of clownery, a sprawling runtime that pays tribute to author Stephen King's notorious logorrhoea in a very literal way.
Despite the immaculate dress sense, wild salt-and-pepper hair and a certain similarity in their choice of subject matter, Antonio Banderas isn't portraying movie director Pedro Almodovar here. But as Salvador Mallo, beloved director of Spanish cinema, you'd be forgiven for making the mistake.
Gurinder Chadha's follow-up to the Delhi-set Viceroy's House brings us a little closer to home - Luton, in fact - with this moving real-life tale of a British Asian teen in 1987 who pursues his dreams with a shot in the arm from the music of Bruce Springsteen.
"It's true that real animals don't appear happy, angry, sad or fearful the same way in which humans do. Their eyes don't dart from side to side, and they certainly don't smile or laugh. So why build a dramatic, $260m movie around them?"
Cumulatively, it's a masterclass in film form and philosophy: students hoping to understand Varda's theory of cinecriture, or cine-writing, could do worse than to begin here.
A young boy finds his mundane life transformed by music, in the process transforming himself, but fills the void left by his absence of love with drugs, sex, and bad decisions. It's a standard rock movie setup.
Kayla's struggling. She's a quiet eighth-grader on the edge of fifteen with few friends IRL and even fewer online, where she uploads YouTube entries which go mostly unviewed. She's about to leave middle school under a cloud of ignominy, having been voted 'most quiet' by her peers.