Throughout, J.K. Simmons invents the film with a primordial physicality of loneliness and self-loathing.
At the center of the film is a conservative lesson that asks us to abide by society’s capitalistic impulses.
The flick is an artless, puerile shadow of the likes of Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg’s Cornetto trilogy.
The film’s clearest winner is Pat Healy, whose depiction of a man willing to corrode his entire life to provide for his wife and kid feels true despite the script’s silliest moments.
The film’s half-hearted plea for responsibility and ethics in the news, after joyfully rolling around in its corruption for the majority of its runtime, smacks of plain pandering.
A Haunted House not only panders to, but encourages the same moviemaking impulses it’s supposedly satirizing.
Far more frustrating than the film’s banally conventional plot structure is its characters’ lack of depth.
Both literally and figuratively, Piranha 3DD lacks guts.
There’s a gallows humor to the death sequences that giddily invites our applause, but the film also wants us to be appalled by how and when death can come to us.
Dax Shepard delivers an I’m Still Here-style mockumentary of staggering incompetence with Brother’s Justice.
The only thing the extras on this disc do not address is how the hype surrounding this horrible picture failed to translate into box dollars.
A nutty collection of features highlight this tight Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Boby DVD.