Shock-schlock provocateur Sacha Baron Cohen seems incapable of creating anything less than incomprehensible foulness.
It’s just too bad Hello, My Name Is Doris didn’t say good-bye to more of the genre’s other standard trappings—the …
Through tense, clock-ticking drama and well-acted interactions, Eye in the Sky raises many questions about the new gray areas of …
Kim’s vulgar, hedonistic tale that never quite meanders all the way to the meaning she’s so desperately looking for but …
Terrence Malick movies are like onions. Remove a layer, and there’s always another one to explore. And sometimes they can …
Even if the mayhem makes it past your familial sense of protectionism, the obscene language probably won’t.
Triple 9 is a brutally profane, wincingly violent thriller that pretends to plumb the depths of moral ambiguity.
The devil truly is in the details in this dreary, demented rumination on wickedness … that has no godly counter …
With great power comes great responsibility. That’s what Spider-Man taught us. But Deadpool is as irresponsible as they come.
How to Be Single is a lousy title for this movie. There’s really very little insight of any kind here …
A whole lot of bullets find their final resting places in bad guys’ skulls before that riding-off-into-sunset scene finally comes …
To truly describe this movie, one must invent new words that mean “ridiculously foul,” only worse.
Dirty Grandpa lives down to its name, then plunges so much deeper into verbal and visual refuse that the word …
Comedian Kevin Hart’s crude and raunchy motormouth shtick is wearing thin.