Serial killer film flops are a dime a dozen, and Suspect Zero is worth slightly less than a penny.
Not only should DMX not be allowed to act but he also shouldn’t be allowed to rap on commentary tracks.
Stooping to random cameos for worthless non sequiturs is the filmmaking equivalent of a comedic forfeit.
In film noir, you’re doomed if you do and doomed if you don’t.
As with so much of this muddled remake’s societal critique, the film’s satire is sloppy and vague.
Tony Scott’s increasingly showy cinematographic sensibilities tend toward the ephemeral and shallow.
Its beauty and grace is its unparalleled ability to capture the idiosyncratic rhythm and cadence of everyday dialogue.
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.