An overlong frenetic freefall of a film that, for all its action, feels surprisingly bereft of drama.
Before you know it, the zest of an original perspective explodes against the screen in predictably wincing and foul and …
The Transporter Refueled is more—which means less—than a piece of silly, late-summer theater filler. It’s a loathsome exercise in rationalization.
Nature can even feel like church sometimes, with birds supplying the worship music and lichen padding the pews. This movie, …
It feels strangely cynical, and its pseudo aversion to cursing—while welcome—can’t completely ameliorate the moral hole at its core.
No matter how you parse these spiritual musings, though, there are plenty of other reasons not to see Hercules.
This flick generally glorifies all the possible train-wreck stuff of high school floundering—from drunken house parties to sneaky sexcapades to …
Mr. Allen’s cinematic efforts aren’t so much irrational as they are incongruous as he deftly uncovers the folly of postmodernism’s …
Let’s be clear: Just because a horror flick is modestly better, content-wise, than its restrictive rating suggests, that doesn’t make …
Self/less is exactly the movie you might expect, given its rating, its star and its summertime release: a crude, violent, …
No matter how much a director strives to change a franchise’s cinematic past when rebooting it, all that change can …
Makes for a compelling story – told in a way that we haven’t seen a dozen times already as we’re …
Would it surprise you to know that Insidious: Chapter 3 works from pretty much the same screeching-demon template that its …
This painstaking, at times painful portrait of Beach Boys brainchild Brian Wilson dives deep into his brokenness … and shows …
A princessed-up interpretation of Lauren Weisberger’s novel about ‘Vogue’ editor Anna Wintour.