Fifty Shades of Grey
We confuse words like honor and obey with subjugation and degradation. We have a monster within us, all of us. We make a mess of things. And what a mess this movie is.
Jupiter Ascending
But the end result with Jupiter Ascending is that it feels just like one of those old silent movies, only with more talking.
Seventh Son
The first book of Joseph Delaney’s The Wardstone Chronicles makes its decidedly unmagical way to the world of movies.
The Loft
It wants to be a top-shelf, twisting whodunit. But for a whole barrel full of reasons it never makes it beyond a nasty and messy mid-level “who cares?”
Project Almanac
I’m a bit happy that Project Almanac has such a clunky name. That alone might make some moviegoers spend their time elsewhere.
Black or White
Kevin Costner squares off against Octavia Spencer in a dramedy about race, identity, love, family, addiction and redemption.
Mortdecai
This quirky misfire of a comedy is more Austin Powers raunch than Inspector Clouseau madcap.
The Boy Next Door
If only the boy would’ve stayed next door. Then we would’ve been spared this tacky, salacious, sexual, violent movie.
Spare Parts
Sadly, there’s not much at all that’s magical about Seventh Son—unless you want to talk literally about the dark sorcery its characters crave.
Blackhat
This is something of a computer-hacking non-thriller that feels illogical, ill-defined and, well, rather poorly “coded.”