Pokémon: Detective Pikachu

Take a poki(C)ball and fill it with nostalgia. Then shout "I CHOOSE YOU" and throw it. Depending on whether you've given your Nostalgia the right kind of poki(C)berries, it will have evolved into PURE JOY. That's this movie in a nutshell poki(C)ball.

My eighteen-year-old loved Poki(C)mon: Detective Pikachu, while I merely enjoyed it. My poki(C)berries aren't the right kind. Many scenes which I could acknowledge as being impressively immersive were an absolute wish come true for her.

She grew up watching Poki(C)mon, and I did not.

She also solved the mystery while we were in the car on the way to the movie. I rejected her hypothesis on the grounds that it seemed like a real stretch, and would make for a weird story, so chalk another one up for her. She enjoyed the movie more than I did, AND she solved the puzzle correctly.

Poki(C)mon: Detective Pikachu does not clear my Threshold of Awesome, but I concede the point that I am only audience-adjacent for this film. If you like Poki(C)mon, you're the target audience, and you'll probably love it. If you're making it a group activity, though, you might want to check everybody's poki(C)berries before heading out.