Martin Campbell’s film never shakes off its familiarity, and as such seems destined to, well, be lost to public memory.
Even overlooking its account of an inexplicable political resurgence, it falters in its needlessly convoluted plotting.
In what sense, then, is Machete Kills not simply that: a cash-in sequel meant to make fast money?
It’s not like critics weren’t given plenty of ammo.
Green Lantern is a mediocrity, neither folly nor kitsch.
The image and sound presentation is muscular, but in the guilty annals of Mel Gibson’s career as an actor, the film is nothing but puny.
Edge of Darkness is a tonally stilted procedural with an inappropriately impassive air.
Finally, a Bond adventure one can enjoy without apology.
Casino Royale is one of the good ones, and not just for the way it wittily recontextualizes several series touchstones.
Bring home the Legend.
Stitched together from a variety of disparate elements, The Legend of Zorro is a frustrating hodgepodge of a movie.
Studios need to stop putting Earl Dittman quotes on the cover of their DVDs or I will never review their product ever again.
Why save the world when Angelina Jolie can do it for you…and get laid at the same time?