Steered by a lead actor and director who are both way out of their respective leagues, Jobs is excruciating, failing to entertain and all but pissing on its subject’s grave.
If you haven’t started collecting the individual seasons of That ‘70s Show, you’d be a real dumbass to pass up this economy-sized stash box.
Given the amount of the public information available about Steve Jobs, the film feels like a lazy exploration into his life.
No Strings Attached is a desperate movie, scrambling to patch its by-the-numbers story with hastily tacked-on bona fides.
An eyesore on the big screen, Valentine's Day is now close to one on your TV. Go read The Sound and the Fury instead.
Bobby is not better than JFK but it is not completely without value.
Cheaper by the Dozen? How about dime a dozen? I give Shawn Levy 10 more films before he makes a good one.