After spending more than two decades touring, directing, writing and producing for Christian theater and radio (most recently for Adventures in Odyssey, which he still contributes to), Bob joined the Plugged In staff to help us focus more heavily on video games. He is also one of our primary movie reviewers.
Leatherface, the deformed chain saw-loving mass murderer who wears other people’s skin, is back. This time in a poisonous prequel.
The film never stops. It never breathes. It never wants anything other than one more exhilarating slam-crash-pow.
Have you figured out yet that there’s a pirate’s tale at the heart of this salty sequel? But is it a yo-ho yarn or Davy Jones junk?
Again, it’s all pretty routine for the pretty routines. Nothing worse than what’s come before, but nothing better, either. Certainly nothing worth doing a full-on happy dance over.
Those sword-swinging, ninja star-slinging mutant turtles are back for another rough-and-tumble rumble.
This add-on rendition of the street-side brawler classic packs in some new muscle-bound maulers, moves and mechanics. So we’ll give them a quick one-two.
Fantastic Four has all the nuts and bolts and moving parts of a fun modern superhero movie—from attractive stars to CGI bombast. But it’s a super-suited tin man seeking a heart.
An alien virus turns people into mind-numbed automatons. (For the fourth time, now.) Nicole Kidman races to the rescue.
Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker team up for a third time for a few more kicks … and punches and backflips and roundhouses.
Dusty Crophopper is back, not as an ace air racer this time, but as a fire fighter in training.
