After Legendary and Knucklehead, The Chaperone gives WWE entertainment a losing three-count.
Brad Anderson may be a poor-man’s John Carpenter, but given that there are no rich-man’s John Carpenters around these days, that’s hardly an insult.
Considering the sorry state of American romantic comedies, Just Go with It’s wholesale predictability is a moot point.
Christian E. Christiansen’s film is Single White Female for the CW set.
Reinventing the wheel is no prerequisite to success, and in terms of its cacophonous sound design and gorgeous, fluid visuals, Killzone 3 is first-rate.
When not indulging in nostalgic flipbook-style flashbacks, James Keach shoots his material with sub-sitcom flatness.
The film makes over its subpar predecessor into a generic yet serviceable Statham vehicle.
It resolves its thicket of mature moral questions in the most glib and banal means possible.
The film finds Joe Swanberg plumbing the same tired issues, albeit from a slightly older perspective.
The 3D-enhanced death sequences are tailor-made for those who always wanted to take an ax to the MTV Beach House.
This elegantly and scrupulously produced Blu-ray essentially serves as an all-in-one FYC campaign for Fincher’s film.
When it comes to Nicolas Cage performances these days, goofier is infinitely better.
Despite its title, Little Fockers barely features children. Other things it’s lacking include laughs, coherence, and a reason to exist.
True Grit leans on colorful period dialogue and an illustrious cast to imbue its proceedings with significance.
When not simply functioning as a sorry excuse for a thriller, The Tourist also operates as the Angelina Jolie Ego Trip Show.
This Tron reboot is a fleet, fantastic-looking bit of old code.
Mark Wahlberg is practically compelled to deliver an understated lead performance in The Fighter.
Barney does this, then that, then something else, and along the way comes to understand what?
A handsome Blu-ray presentation of a film that largely plays like one of those video game cutscenes you can’t skip.
Santa is one bad mamma jamma in Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale, a yuletide fable that’s equal parts sincere, silly, and scary.