Pixar’s first entry in the Criterion Collection is a stellar release.
The series informs sitcom hijinks with a bit of political tension, but the punchlines are diluted for the sake of likability.
Michael Tiddes’s Fifty Shades of Black is ultimately a crude conceptualization of its zeitgeist-baiting premise.
It’s not even made clear whether the machines can feel pain. But after sitting through Fire & Rescue, interminable even at a lean 83 minutes, I sincerely hope they do.
The film is reduced to a series of unfunny mockery laid out so Garlin can display his trademark deadpan reaction.
On our list, the folks in question host game shows, parties, and, yes, troublesome phantom entities.
Give this Blu-ray ribbon for improved A/V quality. Otherwise, Warner supplies exactly the same extras package as before.
Read the damn play. Because after you do, you’ll appreciate all the more how Steve Martin’s screenplay transforms it.
That the The Magic of Belle Isle can conjure any true feeling at all is some kind of wonder.
Even apart from the film’s vaguely insane endorsement of love at all costs, there’s the fact that much of it is simply not very funny.
Pixar pulls out all the stops for this three-disc special edition of WALL·E.
Teh film is a groan-worthy SNL sketch distended to feature length.
This latest Pixar production finds cute ways of tipping its hat to Christian creation and human record.
Is this all there is to mainstream indie filmmaking?
The disc’s image quality is so reprehensible it makes it impossible to enjoy Catherine O’Hara’s great performance.
Epic Movie is something of a wake-up call to how low our collective standards have really become.
In For Your Consideration, Catherine O’Hara masterfully delineates the stages of her character’s excitement over the awards buzz.
Catherine O’Hara is the rare comic who never plays scenes for cheap laughs, and amazingly bags every one.
What’s disheartening about Monster House isn’t just that it turns out to be a spasmodic, cacophonous roller coaster ride.
In Chicken Little, the only thing that falls apart quicker than the sky is Foxy Loxy’s sexual identity.