In its graphic depictions of its Nazi horrors (and horrific Nazis), Overlord goes overboard.
The nasty web this sequel weaves is still sticky with R-rated problems.
This poignant war story delivers its message of faith in a natural, organic way. It gently shows rather than tells.
Johnny English is no James Bond. But he’s no great friend to the family, either.
This film is literally about showing the worst in all of us, and as explicitly as seems possible.
This flick is a horribly written 102 minutes of bloodletting and spewed foul language.
Kin is darker and far less enjoyable than its publicity materials might have you think.
If you were a bullied teen who just happened to stumble upon a huge robotic dog, what would you do?
I’ve seen worse movies this year. But I don’t know if I’ve seen anything that made me more sad.
Mile 22 is dumb, frenetic and oh-so bloody—a feature-length romp through a hurricane of fists and feet and death.
You might want to think twice before you and your family wolf this one down.
This fishy tale is essentially Jaws on CGI steroids.
Anyone who buys a ticket to this R-rated Bond-ish spoof will need some kind of super-spy tech to get through …
A one-dimensional setup with one-dimensional relationships, one-dimensional heroes and a lot of dead kids.
This breakneck cinematic blender is set to “liquefy,” the top is off, and you’re the main ingredient.