All that Robert De Niro accomplishes is accentuating the needlessness of this tired, redundant focker of a film.
Count on Wes Anderson’s visual and verbal witticisms and presence of Murray to guide us through the rougher waters of the film.
I suppose it could be worse. I mean, seriously, who would you rather go around the world with in 80 days: Jackie Chan or Hilary Duff?
Does Elmore Leonard sell the rights to his novels only after filmmakers agree to use “It’s Your Thing” on the soundtrack?
This millennium edition of the film exists only to give Jackie Chan a hundred different places to kick the shit out of people.
Judging by Todd Phillips’s tired Starsky & Hutch, it appears that ’70s nostalgia has finally run its course.
The film’s anticlimactic big heist unspools with all the excitement of watching ice melt.
I Spy is a nostalgia-free shit job that features what could be Eddie Murphy’s shrillest performance to date.
A regal film fit for the king of all DVD collections.
At the very least, Zoolander is the most superficially good looking DVD of the year.
Wes Anderson’s obsession with failure becomes so tightly bound with hope that death itself becomes a vehicle to joy.
Now that Dubya’s in control, a post-9/11 Hollywood is raring to tickle the president’s cave fetish.
It’s a one-joke movie, but a funny one nonetheless.