Criminal’s absence of style, the lack of relish the filmmakers take in the material’s inherent ludicrousness, is a failure of conviction.
Bruce Robinson’s The Rum Diary is an amorphous hodgepodge of a film that wants to be many things.
This is a complete disappointment for those familiar with the original game.
The film’s meticulously composed cinematography proves almost as inert as its star’s grimacing tough-guy routine.
Think Revenge of the Nerds crossbred with Bad News Bears.
Like Lost, the show seems predicated on an unsustainable premise.
The best that can be said for Mr. 3000 is that it does the schmaltz of the baseball movie genre justice.
It’s a team sport, but the story belongs to the individual, which gives Mr. 3000 its meta-celebrity subtext.