The notion of transcendence runs through the latest episode of American Gods as a thematic thread.
The episode is deeply critical of America, yet offers a glance toward the possibility of salvation.
Nearly everything in Taylor Hackford’s tin-eared comedy is as ersatz as the Robert De Niro character’s rage is real.
This rough, lurid, pointedly un-preachy work of macho outlaw cinema, one of the best of the many John Dillinger movies, deserves to be better known.
The flick is an artless, puerile shadow of the likes of Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg’s Cornetto trilogy.
This big, brash, occasionally clever, but mostly dumb comedy is so derivative that it feels like playing a game of basic-cable bingo.
The title of Scott Coffey’s new film is a pretty obvious double entendre, but it does efficiently convey the good intentions behind this scattershot production.
Kirk DeMicco and Chris Sanders’s film takes more than a few pages from the James Cameron playbook.