The Chair too often downplays its potentially thorny political subject matter.
The film allows the scion of one of Hollywood’s most notable families to interrogate her relationship with celebrity in self-aware fashion.
The film suggests that Bill and Ted’s dreams of stardom aren’t so stupid after all.
The film’s open-ended narrative tends to be undermined by the simplicity of its thematic signifiers.
“The Movie of the Decade.” What else is on?
Director Peter Weir and screenwriter Andrew Niccol merely settle for purveying unthreatening, self-satisfied cleverness.
Save yourself the trouble: Skip D.E.B.S. and rent Pootie Tang instead.
Some films are ripped from the headlines, others are ripped from the pages of Cosmopolitan.
Disney gives the big thumbs up to the nuclear American family by including only four 3-D glasses on this disc.
The film now stands as frontrunner for 2003’s most mindless and physically offensive moviegoing experience.
By film’s end, it’s clear that family values are every bit as important to this kiddie empowerment saga as the inventiveness of its gizmos.
Robert Luketic thinks broader and gaudier than Alexander Payne and Wes Anderson.