Most gratifying throughout the film is the anticipation of where Gore Verbinski will put his camera next.
Verbinski’s real purdy (and genuinely entertaining) big-budget western has been snuck out on video under cover of darkness.
Tati and Godard would undoubtedly be amused with the August traffic jam Hollywood has made for itself.
The crashes, bangs, and booms are no less numbing than anything else you’ve seen in this summer of garbage blockbusters.
The most delightfully animated feature in this bunch, Kung Fu Panda 2 is still at best a slab of warmed-over holiday seconds.
Rango receives an excellent audio/visual treatment and some solid extras from Paramount.
Rango turns an assembly line of classic western themes and iconography into a bustlingly fresh genre ecosystem.
The sea appears a utopia here, a setting that affords its passengers seemingly limitless boundaries.
It’s apt that Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy has experienced a trajectory not unlike that of a rollercoaster.
Larry King says, “Finally, a movie worth seeing over and over again.” I say, “I barely could get through it once!”
Even for a sequel, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest takes the practice of double-dipping to extreme depths.
Strictly for fans of Sprint commercials.
The Weather Man disingenuously conveys the fickleness of day-to-day existence via a monsoon of profane, contrived moroseness.
Is he gay? Is he drunk? Is he a skunk? Find a special little place in your heart for Johnny Depp’s Jack Sparrow.
One would think it a curse to have to transform a theme park attraction into a summer cinematic spectacle.
Though not quite as callous as Bless the Child and Stigmata, Gore Verbinski’s anti-art film has been similarly put together with attention-deficit disorder.