The film is a dreary series of disconnected scenes that take weak potshots at niche topics.
The film feels like it’s content to check off to-do notes and scratch the viewer’s nostalgia itch.
The deconstruction of corporatized play culture gets run through the sequelizer machine, with predictably acrid results.
Its future setting is an empty pretext for a banally convoluted and sentimentalized show of emotional restoration.
Pacific Rim Uprising is a more fascinating, unpredictable creation than its predecessor, and one that sticks longer in the mind.
The question of whether art and artist can possibly be detached from one another looms heavily over the film.
Over-stuffed and under-conceived, Fist Fight is a clumsy mélange of clashing comedic perspectives.
The film’s ruefully honest tone is periodically drowned out by the blare of stagey coincidences.
Father doesn’t just know best, he’s the only one whose knowledge or lack thereof means anything at all.
The series has always been prone to creative experimentation, but it’s never been as pervasive, or as successful, as it is here.
If your answer to the question “When are rape jokes funny?” is anything aside from “never,” the good news is that you may still find a lot to hoot over throughout the film.
This manic, loving parody of toy bricks and the pop culture associated with them receives a fittingly overstuffed disc from Warner Home Video.
Del Toro’s hulking sci-fi actioner strides onto Blu-ray with an astonishing, muscular A/V transfer.
Guillermo del Toro doesn’t rise above the obligations of staging a film of this sort as a video game.
The film is unfortunate proof that Pixar, previously known for its brains, is now resting a little too heavily on its nominal brawn.
It has become the Energizer Bunny of cable TV sitcoms, a hyperactive, enduring burst of awkward hilarity and imprudently.
They say and do what they want, and when they want because, goddammit, this is America. No restrictions, right?
On the frat-comedy tolerance scale, Horrible Bosses just about breaks even.
In season six, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia continues to hit its tsk-tsk-inducing stride.
It’s tough to expect more from a film that borrows a spray-tanning-gone-awry gag from Old Dogs.