A tale of memory and redemption that does little to linger in the mind and even less to decry P.L. Travers’s claim that Disney turns everything it touches into schmaltz.
Shawn Levy’s occasionally uproarious, warm-hearted comedy is about different generations educating each other, but it never seems rote.
The Smurfs movie reminds us that there’s no bigger bitch in life than nostalgia.
Inglourious Basterds is no less meticulously engineered than Tarantino’s other pulp fictions, except this one is more linear and—gasp—humane than most.