Whenever Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt aren’t on screen together, the movie magic dissipates.
Cat in the Hat isn’t so much an adaptation of a Dr. Seuss book than it is an improv special for Mike Myers.
The Boys Life series has always been a little about wish fulfillment.
Calendar Girls is perhaps the most blatant attempt yet to exploit the popularity of The Full Monty.
It’s the attempt to half-heartily harken back to the original cartoons that’s ultimately so damning.
It’d be easy to write off Paramount’s Tupac: Resurrection as a cheap publicity stunt.
This ambitious seafaring epic almost holds its rickety hull together thanks to Russell Crowe’s intense, broad-shouldered star power.
Gertrud is so peculiar as to appear almost otherworldly.
Feel-good schmaltz creeps into every nook and cranny of writer-director Richard Curtis’s Love Actually.
Marina de Van’s oft-flashy visuals needlessly reinforce her already obvious fascination with all things surface.
There’s no denying that this overlooked 1940 gem is essentially two films in one.
The film picks up exactly where Matrix Reloaded left off, and it’s considerably rough going for the film’s first half.
With good reason, film theorist Andrew Sarris called the film one of the most compassionate of all time.
End-of-the-road Vegas pictures are a dime a dozen, but this desperate contrivance is pretty low on the totem pole.
The relative straightforwardness of a Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter is a welcome throwback.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Will Ferrell’s insane performance almost saves the show.
In the Cut fails to communicate the same complexities about men and women that Jane Campion has more deeply explored in her earlier films.
Even the usually reliable Leslie Nielsen looks baffled by his involvement in this dud.
After the success of Halloween, all a slasher pic producer needed to concoct a new franchise was to pick a holiday and go from there.
Naughty indeed.
Why save the world when Angelina Jolie can do it for you…and get laid at the same time?