David Twohy’s mega-budgeted The Chronicles of Riddick is an extravagant orgy of used sci-fi parts.
As idiotic as it is immature, Soul Plane’s infatuation with playa culture will likely have most reaching for the barf bag.
The film sets out to accomplish an ambitious goal: to resurrect Bukowski’s memory and to elevate his reputation to the level of Wordsworth.
The film is too beholden to action-movie requirements to successfully wrap its head around general geopolitical issues.
Renny Harlin’s lemon does its damndest to heap more dirt on the franchise’s grave.
Wolfgang Peterson’s sturdy film is largely faithful in recreating the basic elements of Homer’s cumbersome narrative.
The film is primarily founded on the premise that there’s nothing funnier than dialogue strewn with ludicrously illogical lines.
If your penis is really, really big, then talk to director Donald Petrie, who will go to great lengths to digitally remove it.
Perhaps the loudest summer film of all time, Van Helsing is apt to provide more migraines than nightmares.
A canary-yellow Lamborghini’s license plate reads “Caca King” in Envy, nicely summing up this dreadful money-versus-friendship comedy.
King Arthur’s dour war story may be what legends are technically based on, but it’s certainly not the stuff they’re made of.
Missing here is the awe-inspiring wonder or exhilarating originality that might elevate the film above its mega-budgeted counterparts.
God, it’s so tough being the president’s daughter what with all those cute secret service men to choose from.
The audio and video transfer is so good that you may forget just how offensive the film is.
The Punisher may actually be bad for your health.
Since ABC never really pandered to urban crows, now little kids in the hood can have their own After School Special to make them vomit.
Cheaper by the Dozen? How about dime a dozen? I give Levy 10 more films before he makes a good one.
The miscast Rock never comes close to matching Joe Don Baker’s sweaty, ungainly, force-of-nature hick heroism.
It’s an entertaining parody of the ludicrous code-of-the-streets machismo celebrated by classic gangster cinema and hip-hop culture.
The film is an old-fashioned ode to paternal love that shamelessly goes for its audience’s tear ducts.