Contributor: Paul Asay

The title describes the snakelike progress of clouds through the Swiss mountains but this movie could be described as beautiful and threatening.

There’s truth in the title: If you go to this movie, it’ll quickly get hard to sit through.

Jim Carrey wants you … to say YES. We want you to read this review before you do.

When bomber Dieter Dengler crashed into the Laotian jungle in 1965, he found himself facing famine, flood, leeches, maggots and sadistic prison guards. Escape was his only option.

Shailene Woodley reprises her role as multitalented Tris in the second installment of the dystopian Divergent franchise. This time, the stakes are higher.

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.