This bumbling exercise in redundant replication is as disagreeably lukewarm as a heavily trafficked municipal baby pool.
A Heaven Can Wait DVD figures prominently in Hostage, but there’s more hellfire than wit or romance in Florent Siri’s thriller.
A great many supernatural things happen in The Jacket, though they ultimately make little sense and amount to even less.
Before parodying your action superstar image, don’t you first have to be an action superstar?
Strictly for women who complain about being treated badly by men but don’t care if they’re as cute as Jude Law.
The best thing that can be said about Cursed is that it’s scarier than Teen Wolf Too.
The film is a stark and stylistic hybrid of the Dardennes’ formal austerity and Terrence Malick’s lyricism.
Given the devalued state of current Hollywood kid’s pictures, Danny Boyle’s lighthearted fairy tale slightly outperforms the market.
The film is analogous to an overly long episode of Punk’d in which the moviegoing audience is the punkee.
Francis Lawrence is a skilled copycat, and his adeptness at creating a mood of otherworldly unease helps make up for his story’s familiarity.
The film’s desolate vision of city life is enough to make any aspiring crook head straight for the ‘burbs.
Jules Dassin’s London is a malevolent urban nightmare, a tangled web of disorienting murkiness and dastardly double-crosses.
It’s always a good idea to check your brakes before trucking down twisty, down-sloped hills.
The film is a bleak portrait of post-WWII despair, corrupt capitalism, and idealistic disillusionment.
Central Station screenwriter Marcos Bernstein’s directorial debut The Other Side of a Street is an enervating love story for the over-65 crowd.
Can someone please put Renny Harlin out of his misery.
Bad Guy’s Stockholm Syndrome-like love story requires an unreasonable suspension of disbelief.
But by the time Hitch offers up his unnecessary race-against-the-clock mea culpa, the film’s cupid’s arrow has already veered way off course.
Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato’s documentary uses cheeky montages to recount Deep Throat’s unlikely path to infamy.
The film captures the chaotic psychological turmoil of a beleaguered people mired in a hopeless cycle of dismemberment and death.