The series is a genre patchwork whose individual elements fail to coalesce into a coherent whole.
With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.
Depp’s perfunctory gestures and flailing pratfalls befit a film that brings the series’s theme-park roots full circle.
Reminiscent of Woody Allen’s Manhattan Murder Mystery, it utilizes a pulp conceit as a shorthand for the regrets that bubble up in a marriage.
Most affecting in its depiction of friendship, and the performances represent platonic male intimacy in convincing, often moving ways.
A once-precious franchise’s weakest installment, which forgets these adventures’ magic was never conjured by bells and whistles.
Larry King says, “Finally, a movie worth seeing over and over again.” I say, “I barely could get through it once!”
Between Elizabethtown, Domino, and Kingdom of Heaven, Orlando Bloom and the Brothers Scott have this week’s film and DVD market cornered. What have we done to deserve this?
Rex Reed called it “an action spectacle of weight, splendor and vast entertainment value.” Make of that what you will.