One long trial of moral duty, and one that excuses repugnant behavior and psychological warfare in lieu of a repetitive, condescending sermon on honoring thy father.
And the jury’s still very much out over whether Shawn Levy is an inept comedy director masquerading as an opportunistically dramatic one, or vice versa.
Far more frustrating than the film’s banally conventional plot structure is its characters’ lack of depth.
Now in its third season, NBC’s Parenthood has settled comfortably into its role as a safety blanket.
Dax Shepard delivers an I’m Still Here-style mockumentary of staggering incompetence with Brother’s Justice.
From the moment Darren and Annie agree to sleep with another person, their downward trajectory is pretty much guaranteed.
Dreck of the shrillest order, When in Romes drops on DVD with a transfer that looks as if it was literally pissed on.
Parenthood has all the components for a great family drama: struggling siblings, imperfect parents, and a whole lot of heart.
When in Rome’s finest moment winds up involving the frame going intentionally black.
Baby Mama confirms that if Tina Fey is in something she didn’t write herself, it just ain’t funny.
It needs more of Tina Fey the sharp, witty writer, as the film is as pedestrian and middling as they come.
By refusing to distance itself from its targets, Mike Judge’s brand of satire risks being mistaken for what it’s satirizing.
Judge’s nervy futuristic comedy survives studio cluelessness on its way to cult appreciation.
The film is a comedy of tremendous miscalculation that doesn’t even have the conviction of its own stupidity.
Frat boys and KKK members will surely love it.
Zathura is a film most families should be able to get behind.
Zathura ultimately comes across as little more than the template for an eventual kiddie-friendly theme park attraction.
“Outrageous and zany,” says Jeffrey Lyons. Words to die by.
John Boorman may be the worst thing to happen to hillbillies and banjo music.