This is catnip for boys who worship Michael Bay, James Cameron, George Lucas, and Roland Emmerich as gods.
A well-meaning dud, the film’s only defiance is testing its audience’s patience.
Edward Zwick has crafted over two hours of repeatedly bad ideas.
Moviegoers beware: nausea is a prime side effect of consuming Feast of Love.
David Twohy’s mega-budgeted The Chronicles of Riddick is an extravagant orgy of used sci-fi parts.