Contributor: Paul Asay

The devil’s quite real. Demons are quite real. And this film is too. (Unfortunately.) But just because something’s real doesn’t make it good—good theology … good entertainment … good art.

It’s the most dire disincentive for fornication on the far side of reality. But sex ed instructors won’t be showing this flick in class anytime soon.

The Green Hornet is fun. But it’s fun like eating too much candy or breaking curfew—or knocking yourself out for 11 days with a gas gun.

This bit of cinematic business should’ve remained unfinished.

We’ve already seen Transformers on the big screen this year. Now there are G.I. Joes. What’s next? Wobbly Weebles? Lincoln Logs? Tinkertoys?

Scientists try to bring back the dead. Because that’s worked so well before.

That’s what people call Bianca, anyway, and she doesn’t like it one bit. But un-DUFFing herself is no easy task, says her handsome jock tutor. (So would it be easier to just fix this movie?)

In this 21st-century homage to 20th-century James Bond flicks, “license to kill” morphs into “dressed to kill.”

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.

Dolly Parton and Queen Latifah make moral missteps in this musical. But when they sing, they do indeed make a joyful noise.

Marvel Studios reboots its famous behemoth for his second big-screen appearance in five years. The result? More death. Less angst. One thing hasn’t changed: It’s still not easy being green.

But the end result with Jupiter Ascending is that it feels just like one of those old silent movies, only with more talking.

Dubbed a “chick flick with the devil in it” by its director, this small Christian film tackles ballet and Beelzebub.

You could say Hoovey is to basketball what Bethany Hamilton is to (soul) surfing.

I’m a bit happy that Project Almanac has such a clunky name. That alone might make some moviegoers spend their time elsewhere.