All of the broad physical humor in the world can’t distract from the fact that the film is an endorsement of psychological exploitation.
The film receives a fine transfer and a nearly nonexistent supplements package.
Keanu is declawed by design, but it’s hard not to wonder what the cat could’ve dragged in.
In the film, Alvin and the Chipmunks proudly align themselves not with Dr. Demento, but with Kidz Bop.
All of them have earned their right to be here, either by standing on the shoulders of giants or wildly impaling creatures of the night.
This sequel strenuously works to form a total inversion of the first movie’s relationship with food.
If nothing else, Dan Mazer’s I Give It a Year serves as a corrective to the married-with-children worldview that dominates a certain strand of mainstream comedies.
Allegedly containing the largest cast in history, Movie 43’s cornucopia of A- and B-listers never come together as a true ensemble.
The Dictator doesn’t so much stir hot-button issues as showcase a great satirist off his game.
This is “the Al Pacino Dunkin’ Donuts commercial in Jack and Jill” as an actual movie.
The only pleasure one gets from What’s Your Number? comes from fantasizing about the film that exists in its shadows.
Take Me Home Tonight is too invested in the diminishing laughs to be found in juvenile behavior.
Eric Brevig’s film is pretty bad, but it’s not apocalyptically horrid—and that’s its biggest problem.
The story is so paper-thin one surmises it was scrawled on soggy toilet paper somewhere.
The film grounds its story’s food frenzy and hysteria with a heartfelt wonderment.
Observe and Report is funny most precisely because it’s sad—as well as sick, skeezy, and just this side of scary.
Its flaccid, formulaic fantasy is at least more entertaining, and progressive, than the E!’s rancid The Girls Next Door.
The essence of stoner comedy is the unlikely triumph of the seemingly maladjusted stoner over normalized, disapproving society.
It would appear that every artsy, indie filmmaker secretly wants to make a pothead comedy.
Look for a third DVD in eight months with a scratch-and-sniff case made out of Jack Twist’s denim shirt.