Incredibles 2 primarily concerns male anxiety about women taking over traditionally masculine roles.
It’s said that casting is 90% of directing, and it seems to be 90% of the writing in Bill Holderman’s Book Club.
Stephen Gaghan’s Gold finds no treasure of gleaming originality in its crushingly clichéd anti-capitalist parable.
The filmmakers stand out of Ferrell and Hart’s way, but they refuse to modulate the story’s racial humor with any sense of subversion.
No, Poltergeist III doesn’t make any sense, but it reaps the rewards left by the legacy-dashing second film’s sins.
Throughout, humor and romance are interspersed so predictably that it’s as if screenwriter Pete Chairelli were working from a rom-com checklist.
The image here will have you gazing into the light.
It wouldn’t be nearly as effective a film if one weren’t attuned to the hidden diametric pull between various fissuring elements.
Will Ferrell is not in a joking mood throughout much of the run-of-the-mill featurettes available in the disc’s extras department.
It’s so contrived and smugly pleased with its own tolerant attitudes that it comes off as a rank slice of Christmas cheese.