The dialogue is at once easygoing in its candor and rigidly on-message about the corrosive nature of lies.
After immersing oneself in Zero Hour’s flimsy mythology, it’s hard not to believe that a series this bad must be part of some greater conspiracy.
It tonally aims for, and somewhat achieves, a lurid mix between a juicy morality tale and Boogie Nights’s fetish for nostalgia.
For a project that aims to be so location specific, most of the segments seem largely isolated from their nominal settings.
Todd Phillips seems incapable of escaping youthful educational environs.
As if Hollywood films needed any outside help to celebrate arrested narcissism, along comes The Last Kiss.
The extras available here hardly need two discs to contain them.
Poseidon recognizes and encourages belief in the popular popcorn-movie theory of The Survival of the Whitest.
It’s a darn shame this DVD didn’t come with a copy of Enya’s Memory of the Trees and a box of Lucky Charms.
In the end, the film succeeds only in applauding a materialistic, self-absorbed audience’s pop-cultural cheekiness.
Unintentionally amusing, the spit-and-polished Ladder 49 likens a firehouse to a Barbie Dream House and likens heroes to saints.
You know what they say: Once you go black, you never go back.
The Human Stain should be a lesson to us all: It is possible to make a film creakier than Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner.