Quentin Dupieux renders otherworldly concepts banal in ways that reflects the stymied desires of his characters.
So Yong Kim’s direction is ruminative, even poetic, in its pacing, its sense of place, and its approach to intimacy.
This list is likely the only one to put Nicole Kidman in the company of Lori Loughlin.
Why make cartoon characters out of a cast whose greatest comedic virtue is their natural ability to appear cartoonish?
Dreck of the shrillest order, When in Romes drops on DVD with a transfer that looks as if it was literally pissed on.
When in Rome’s finest moment winds up involving the frame going intentionally black.
Will Ferrell is not in a joking mood throughout much of the run-of-the-mill featurettes available in the disc’s extras department.
Kids won’t get Surf’s Up, and adults may smell a con.
The film gleefully clings to an unattractive frat-boy ethos while squandering the opportunity for real rebelliousness.
Todd Phillips seems incapable of escaping youthful educational environs.
What’s disheartening about Monster House isn’t just that it turns out to be a spasmodic, cacophonous roller coaster ride.
Think Revenge of the Nerds crossbred with Bad News Bears.
Finally, a romantic comedy that addresses the Terry Schiavo debate!
Mark my words: Napoleon Dynamite will fly off the shelves, bound to become the most-rented DVD of the next few years. Sigh.
The film traffics in one depth-less character after another and watches as they blindly engage in a spectacle of shallow bumblefuckery.