With its Oscar clout and inevitable crowd-pleasing matched by widespread critical ire, the film is easily the year’s most divisive awards contender.
Everything in the film, songs included, is cranked to 11, the melodrama of it all soaring.
The film’s strongest bit of buzz has been swirling around the lead performance from Naomi Watts, whose tortured turn as the quintet’s mother hen has made her a Best Actress frontrunner.
Adapted by playwright David Lindsay-Abaire from a series of books by Academy Award-winner William Joyce, the film asks too much of audiences.
From Blade to Buffy, we’ve always needed fearless soldiers to battle creatures of the night.
An affectionate and comprehensively detailed presentation of a surprisingly decent tent-pole movie.
Will Sylvester Stallone receive residuals from Real Steel?
The most audacious thing about writer-director Peter Rodger’s Oh My God may be its appallingly bad taste.
Here, Logan is a blandly brooding bore too grumpy to be a prototypical do-gooder yet too noble to be a cold-blooded antihero.
Australia is corny, implausible, well intentioned, and even somewhat enjoyable in its own way, at least for a while.
Trading in shabby trickery, Deception proves painfully incapable of building a better suspense-movie mousetrap.
The Fountain is an acquired taste I don’t really care to acquire. The soundtrack, though, is a different story.
The disc’s extras are, umm, featherweight, but the film remains darling.
The Fountain is a gusher of poetic imagery, extravagant yet controlled.
As early festival rumblings suggested and the final product confirms, you’re either with The Fountain or you’re against it.
Happy Feet is a film of uncanny political resonance.
Digital animation has elbowed claymation out of the frame and a certain frenetic coarsening has settled over Aardman’s latest.
The Prestige’s performances have a big-budget, larger-than-life robustness.
It’s tempting, one must admit, to mangle the title of Woody Allen’s latest trifle and let it stand as a review.
Prepared to be stunned, because Brett Ratner does not completely sully your beloved mutants-versus-the-world franchise.