There’s not a single false note that Step Up 3D doesn’t hit.
Dinner for Schmucks hopes you’ll excuse its narrative’s logical inadequacies because it’s just a comedy, stoopid.
It confuses knowledge of genre clichés with mastery of the same lame formulas they characterize.
Any film that has a line as hilariously warped as “Jesus, that thing’s hairy” deserves some recognition.
There are more than a few middling films sandwiched between a couple of genuinely striking stories of postwar paranoia.
There’s no logic here that can’t be, and mostly isn’t, made up on the spot, a concept that will likely appeal to real-life 10 year olds but irk everyone else.
A very sharp and self-aware police procedural, Life on Mars is a must-see for fans of “quality” TV drama.
Nimrod Antal’s Herculean task is to trick his audience in making a dopey premise compelling.
The film is a healthy reminder that no single animation studio has a monopoly on thoughtful and involving animated features.
Here’s hoping Charlie figures out what’s going on before the next sequel leads him to heavy imbibing.
Whether the system works or not at this point is apparently irrelevant, a concept that totally undermines the film’s premise.
One of the biggest mysteries of Knight and Day is figuring out who exactly the film is primarily for.
George A. Romero has disowned this film, but has he even seen it?
Come for Reed’s name, stay for Rex Harrison’s performance and a few good cheap shots at the Nazis.
For young girls who don’t care for politics but love Twilight, Remember Me is a 9/11 story they can truly wrap their arms around.
It pains me to admit just how obnoxious The Pest is because it has all the ingredients of the kind of guilty pleasure I love.
The Return of the Living Dead is in fact the real deal.
This remake doesn’t show any signs that its creators believe the Eastern self-improvement mumbo-jumbo its characters espouse.
Nightfall would make for a great B movie in a double feature with Joseph Losey’s The Prowler as the A picture.
Marmaduke is exactly the kind of mind-numbing kiddie trash that parents dread taking their kids to.