Monsters vs. Aliens races about in search of the next witty zinger and for-adults-only pop-culture reference.
Baby Mama confirms that if Tina Fey is in something she didn't write herself, it just ain't funny.
The film belongs firmly to Steve Coogan, which is fortunate since none of the film’s supporting players prove to be the least bit memorable.
It needs more of Tina Fey the sharp, witty writer, as the film is as pedestrian and middling as they come.
Teen horniness is not a crime but Southland Tales is.
Horton Hears a Who! is the finest adaptation yet of the legendary Dr. Seuss’s work.
If Donnie Darko was Richard Kelly’s Eraserhead, then maybe Southland Tales is his Dune.
Mr. Woodcock knows lots of verbs that mean “having sex” but screws up virtually all opportunities for humor.
Will Ferrell is not in a joking mood throughout much of the run-of-the-mill featurettes available in the disc’s extras department.
Like Spider-Man 3, Shrek the Third is an experiment in excess.
Zach Braff is just about the world’s most insufferable comedic actor, and The Ex does nothing to diminish that reputation.
The film gleefully clings to an unattractive frat-boy ethos while squandering the opportunity for real rebelliousness.
Holy fuckalukadingdong, stoners, Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny makes a very attractive premiere on DVD.
The fact that there even is a Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny comes as something of a miracle.
Does anyone else agree with me that Lindsay Lohan is much easier on the eyes and ears than that “fugly skank” Hilary Duff?
A canary-yellow Lamborghini’s license plate reads “Caca King” in Envy, nicely summing up this dreadful money-versus-friendship comedy.
The film is slim pickings compared to Heathers, but it makes mincemeat out of 13 Going on 30.