Though it feels impersonal, The Little Things nevertheless has an obsessive pull.
The film’s commitment to the forthright tedium of old-fashioned westerns and crime procedurals is just, well, tedious.
Michael Keaton’s powerful performance in John Lee Hancock’s The Founder is marooned in a wishy-washy story.
A tale of memory and redemption that does little to linger in the mind and even less to decry P.L. Travers’s claim that Disney turns everything it touches into schmaltz.
If I had to bet which Oscar contender will score the most nominations without a single win, I’d go for Saving Mr. Banks.
Eastwood’s tenacious, boldly self-effacing outlaw ride through Texas receives a lovely audio/visual transfer from Warner Home Video.
The film updates the fairest fairy tale of them all with more-grim-than-Grimm conviction.
Since there’s no doubt that a beefier DVD package of The Blind Side is on the way, it’s easy to write off this barebones release as a shameless cash-in.
The movie’s title could easily refer to an audience unaware of its prejudices.
“I remember….the Alamo,” says Pee-Wee in Big Adventure. Now comes The Alamo to destroy the man-child’s memory.
We’d all do best to remember The Alamo in order to forget it.
The Rookie: rated G for gooey godly wholesomeness. May cause drowsiness.