The new year is here, and with it comes movies. I review them! I review them all!

A Monster Calls: J.A. Bayona’s expertly manicured weeper struck me as utterly fraudulent when I saw it at TIFF, though it seems to be gaining some critical momentum. Eh, what do I know.

Railroad Tigers: Jackie Chan’s latest teams him with son Jaycee for a wacky romp about freedom fighters on a suicide mission during the second Sino-Japanese War. And if that summary seems at odds with the term “wacky romp”, well … yeah.

Silence: Martin Scorsese’s latest is the sort of movie I hope every new Scorsese picture will be — a thoughtful, meaningful and thoroughly compelling work from a genuine artist. So it’s got that going for it, which is nice.

Underworld: Blood Wars: The stupidest major-studio action/horror franchise of this century spits out another chapter. Who knows, maybe this one will turn it all around! Seeing it this morning; review should be online later today. UPDATE: It’s terrible.

And that’s it, until the Golden Globes on Sunday night, which I will be watching with … what’s the opposite of interest? Disinterest? Contempt? One of those, anyway.