Perhaps this is why Wes Anderson’s work resounds so strongly: We all long for homes to which we cannot return.

Sidney Poitier’s abilities as an actor were subtle, even spiritual. They were about soul. Not his. Ours.

In an inversion of the typical Yuletide tale, characters who have much less than the McCallisters generously provide them with assistance.

“Belfast” presents itself as a family photo album: Violence may intrude, but it doesn’t crowd out the Christmas pictures.

“King Richard” charts how Richard Williams, the father of Venus and Serena Williams, made good on the promise few believed possible.

This is not a movie about crime and punishment, but damage and recovery.