The Lost City is proof that star power and chemistry can only take a film with a mediocre script so far.
The film provides materials for discussion without directing the viewer toward a particular solution or easy answer.
The film doles out a shock or hits a usually hollow emotional note every few minutes with mechanical precision.
A feigned attempt at a stereotypically quirky indie film that has virtually nothing in the way of formal sophistication or narrative ambition.
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
It’s been obvious for some time that, with all due respect to the BBC original, NBC’s The Office is one of the great comedic works of our era.
Throughout, humor and romance are interspersed so predictably that it’s as if screenwriter Pete Chairelli were working from a rom-com checklist.
Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds’s fruitful combative rapport can’t withstand the film’s adherence to formula.
This ready-made house of cards owes entirely too much to the likes of Hitchcock, Mamet, and noir magpie Tarantino.