Out of the Shadows approximates the coked-up frenzy of a particularly chaotic Saturday-morning cartoon.
A film so overworked to ensure mass-market appeal that it loses the charming oddness and loose goofiness that has allowed these characters to endure.
This release will give admirers much to pore over, while arming its deterrents with more “white people problems” fodder (“My Blu-ray’s too stuffed!”).
This Is 40 is frequently funny, but those laughs are just the highlights of a deadening parade of similarly toned jokes.
Could this have been the photo that sparked the tale of svelte murderess? Who leaves nothing but severed limps in her wake?
There’s a lot of talent and promise on display in the film, but a dispiriting obligation to formula ultimately rears its ugly head.
The Dictator doesn’t so much stir hot-button issues as showcase a great satirist off his game.
Jennifer Westfeldt is juggling so much, it’s a wonder there aren’t more jokes about balls.
This rubbish affectation of a film finds Mickey Rourke doing his Mickey Rourke thing.
Jonah Hex definitely appears to be making itself up as it goes along.
The film is on shaky ground when trying to adopt slasher conventions, and less so when adhering to traditional body-horror tropes.
Banal, belligerent, and brain-dead, it ultimately succeeds only at being far less than meets bare-minimum cinematic standards.
The movie is “more than meets the eye”: an elaborate advert for the U.S. military. “Be all that you can be” would have been more honest.
If Michael Bay loves the military so much, why doesn’t he just marry it?
"A crowd-pleasing movie treat bursting with music, dance and excitement"? Hardly.
It’s tough being a drama queen, but try telling that to the people responsible for this film.