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Coralie Fargeat’s “The Substance” opens as if the screen itself was dipped in a hallucinogenic cocktail, one with an aftertaste of bile and eyeliner, and I found myself reeling, delighted, and (let’s not be coy) more than a little queasy. This is the promise and peril of modern body horror: when it’s any good, you come away not only a little sick to your stomach but a little troubled in your soul.

"The Silent Hour," directed by Brad Anderson, sees Joel Kinnaman taking on another challenging role that explores disability, following his turn in last year's "Silent Night," where he portrayed a character who lost his voice.

As I settled into my seat for Schindler’s List, I felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Knowing the film's historical context and the impact it had on cinema, I steeled myself for an emotional journey.

When I first boarded Snowpiercer, I’ll admit—I didn’t strap in for the wild, dystopian ride I was about to take.