Doctor Strange

The last time I would ever be in Landmark’s Shattuck Cinemas was the first time I went to the movie theater alone.

“Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness” restricts its scope, dismaying as one of Marvel’s most disenchanting projects.

I think of Marvel and Disney’s ever-growing cinematic empire almost as a form of cultural stagnation brought on by the commercialization of art.

But, I told myself, if Thor could handle having to battle the Hulk on a trash planet, I could handle UC Berkeley. And so I did. I closed out my mostly joyful, occasionally thorny freshman year at Cal, feeling like a newly-minted adult.

I wondered if Chu had what it takes to make a film that would be able to prove that Asians in leading roles don’t mean box office failure.

Johansson was recently announced to play Dante “Tex” Gill in “Rub & Tug,” a biopic based on the real-life transgender man.

“Ant-Man and the Wasp” serves as an ideal slice of chill-the-hell-out catharsis after the awesome but exhausting buildup and conclusion to “Infinity War.”

“Marvel Presents a New Superhero… Model Minority!” — written by and starring UC Berkeley alumnus Joy Regullano — is hilariously hyperbolic.

Ten years into its chokehold on blockbuster culture, Marvel Studios is finally reaching the ostensible end of a rainbow with “Avengers: Infinity War.”