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, …
We Are Your Friends feels like one of the most strangely upbeat seriously foul movies you’ll ever not really want …
Immersive, driving, life-affirming, disturbingly ugly and white-knuckle terrifying, all in equal measure.
47 ends up feeling like little more than a one-dimensional 90-minute ballet of splattering violence and foul language.
From the point at which the Catholic priest argues that we’re impotent to confront evil—that the best we can do …
Turns out, Mike isn’t the tree: This movie is. It’s a disaster waiting to happen, and it truly is trying …
N.W.A. always got right to the point with its music, so I’ll do the same: Simply put, Straight Outta Compton …
This spine-tingling thriller isn’t fully in horror territory, yet it’s deeply disturbing nonetheless.
The word letdown isn’t even strong enough to encapsulate the tired, predictable nastiness that ensues in the latest Griswold family …
Jab after jab of harsh profanity and bloody boxing imagery mean this movie ultimately takes the same kind of beating …
This flick generally glorifies all the possible train-wreck stuff of high school floundering—from drunken house parties to sneaky sexcapades to …
Trainwreck, at least in terms of content, is just that—a careening, cataclysmic disaster loaded with stuff that no one should …
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 …
