The film struggles to both honor and redeem the past before everything comes to a close.
The Last Jedi is largely content to further the themes and narrative strategies of J.J. Abrams’s predecessor.
Any film festival dedicated exclusively to the treasures, glories, and the occasional folly of the past is likely to be visited by ghosts.
It has all the charm of the best entries in the Star Wars series, and it arrives on a pristine Blu-ray primed to delight the next generation of fans.
The film exists less as a meaningful extension of its world than as a fan-service deployment device.
For these family units, incest seems the natural endgame of a merit system based on pernicious nepotism and inveterate ass-kissing.
James Cameron’s Avatar is through and through his baby.
Kevin Smith’s clever in-joke movie gets an anemic Blu-ray release.
Sorority Row is a more estrogen-fueled version of I Know What You Did Last Summer.
George Cukor would have made us side with Eva Mendes and exposed Meg Ryan’s blather for what it is: over-privileged white noise.
It would be easier to write off Undiscovered as a committee picture conceived by studio hacks if it weren’t for its distracting direction.
Kevin Smith’s latest comedy is compact, rambling, and consistently funny.