Francis Lawrence is a skilled copycat, and his adeptness at creating a mood of otherworldly unease helps make up for his story’s familiarity.
Jonathan Glazer’s fatal mistake as a storyteller is never owning up to all that is merely hinted at in Nicole Kidman’s face.
Michael Bay’s latest jingoistic fetish film could be the most vile creation to come out of Hollywood since Patch Adams.
A day or two in the lives of some of the most annoying people in the world, filmed with equally devil-may-care obnoxiousness.
The sophisticated collection of features should appeal to WWII even if John Woo fanatics decide to pass.
The lack of narrative sobriety and the director’s shallow stylistic copycatting are the film’s ultimate undoing.
Saving Private Ryan and Black Hawk Down set the unfortunate standard by which Hollywood shoots and maims soldiers for public consumption.