It begins with General Ripper - ah, such a name! - who, fearing a communist conspiracy in his bodily fluids, launched a nuclear strike without permission. Hilarious! Of course, until the politicians panicked, the military fumbled, and are - heh heh - offered... solutions. Logical ones! But will they take it? Ten women per man! A glorious underground civilization, immune to the bomb and... biological boredom. Or they listen to reason? Or, Nein! Boom! Will everything going up in atomic fireworks? Can someone recall the bombers in time? I ask you—why not embrace it? Why not ride the bomb like a cowboy and learn to love it? - ahem! - Mr. President, I can walk!

When a horny fish man finds a sexy primate woman (Julie Adams) swimming in his lagoon he will stop at nothing trying to woo her into staying. As two jealous scientists, Dr. David Reed (Richard Carlson) and Dr. Mark Williams (Richard Denning), seem willing to do anything to stop the romance and capture the beast with their zanny schemes for their own glory, the fish man has other ideas in mind. Will the scientists get their glory? or will love at first sight persevere for the two star crossed lovers?

When city people lose your minds the second you see a big lizard with teeth, Mrs. Delores Bickerman (Betty White) needs to protect her wildlife friend from the outsiders. After a sarcastic guy, a lady from the museum who thinks she knows everything, and a nice sheriff start blowing up half the lake trying to catch the animal and getting half of Maine’s wildlife division involved - they realize this “friend” is a giant crocodile! Will these idiots they brought in be able to sedate and capture the beast? Or will Mrs. Bickerman be stuck with an emptiness in her heart she hasn’t felt since she fed her husband to the amphibious reptile? (he was getting on my nerves anyway)

When a man out on a summer night’s stroll is hit by four overprivileged brats with their car and decide to down him instead of taking him to the hospital, he decides to take a year to recuperate and hatch his plan for revenge. But as the tide always comes back in, this summer…he’s reeling them in, one by one. As the attempted murderers return from college to attend pageants, parties, and pretending their consciences are clean, this fisherman starts working outside the law for justice. As our attractive and suspiciously well-groomed criminals find themselves being stalked by a raincoat-wearing lunatic with a hook for a hand and a serious grudge puts his plan into action. Will they survive? Will they stop making terrible decisions? And most importantly… will anyone ever figure out what, exactly, they did last summer?

When his partner is eaten to death by a shark that isn’t even considered real, ever-fading legend in the twilight of his credibility oceanographer Steve Zissou (Bill Murray) makes it his mission to capture the elusive perpetrator on film and prove its existence. Steve wagers what remains of his reputation on his mythical  “Jaguar Shark”: not so much an expedition as it is a slow-motion shipwreck; a budget-less revenge tour aboard a rusting death trap with his motley crew, manned by unpaid interns, a heavily armed German, and a dolphin crew that never follows basic commands. Steve brings along a boy who may or may not be his son - he isn’t sure - and a journalist who slowly realizes she is embedded in a personal breakdown. While Steve attempts to realize his dream and outmaneuver pirates, unpaid debts, his ex-wife and longtime nemesis Captain Alistair Hennessey (Jeff Goldblum), we wonder if his expedition will succeed, or if it’s just another fish story.

It all started with a routine mission to a distant planet. Then a robot offered someone a martini, a scientist had the brain of a supercomputer, and someone’s subconscious started vaporizing people - space stuff. But as things progressed the crew of starship C-57D who landed on Altair IV, expecting a few fossils and maybe a nice tan, instead finds Dr. Morbius—part-time linguist, full-time Krell groupie—and his daughter Alta, who was allergic to pants and personal boundaries. The crew soon discovers this Dr. has accessed  ancient alien tech so advanced, it made microwave popcorn seem like witchcraft. And that’s when things started to go wrong. Badly. As people begin to disappear, lasers fly. Meanwhile, I tried not to trip over Robby the Robot, who makes a mean Manhattan but can’t catch a suspect.

In the end, will we learn two most important things about space travel?

1. Never trust a man who calls himself “the sole survivor.”

2. The scariest monsters are either the ones in your head or pants - especially if your head has a degree in philology and unresolved daddy issues and his daughter doesn’t wear pants.

It’s the story of a man (Ryan Reynolds)… who discovers he’s not a man… but a guy… a guy who’s named Guy… a guy who’s a video game character… which explains why he never blinks. As lives his “life” in a city where explosions happen hourly and nobody questions why a man in a pink bunny suit is parachuting into traffic, he puts on a pair of sunglasses and suddenly sees the world for what it is: a video game full of glitches, weapons, and people teabagging each other for no reason. When he meets a mysterious woman (Jodie Comer) in leather, he finds out his whole life is code, and decides to become a hero—without cheat codes. Meanwhile, the evil tech CEO (Taika Waititi) wants to shut the whole thing down faster than a busted vending machine at Gamescom. Will Guy prove you don’t need to be real to make a difference? Or that you just need heart, courage, and an unlimited respawn counter?

This film jumps around more than a caffeinated squirrel in a trampoline factory. One minute you’re watching Vincent (John Travolta) take his boss’s wife out for milkshakes and impromptu resuscitation, the next you’re in a basement watching a gimp and wondering where all your life choices went wrong. It’s the story of a hitman, a boxer, a briefcase, a foot massage, and several unfortunate misunderstandings involving bullets and upholstery, but I was on the edge of my seat like I accidentally sat on a loaded pistol. In the end, there's redemption, revenge, dancing, divine intervention, and Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) quoting the Bible with the intensity of a man who's just found out his church picnic was canceled. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll check your wallet… it will be gone.