Chinonye Chukwu’s film is a morality play with a true sense of contradiction and melancholia.
Rob Reiner’s film rests on broad, sweeping proclamations about the importance of factual reporting.
It’s difficult to believe Ryder’s gullibility, if not willingness to be caught in his uncle’s strange web of provocations.
Even at its most compelling, it remains inconsistent and superfluous, a lesson that sometimes a movie can feel more fully formed in 19 minutes rather than 90.
The film devolves quickly into a pedestrian character study that basks in Gary Webb’s public shaming and victimization.
Like a Brazilian wax for the brain, Zack Snyder’s divisive reboot of the Superman franchise will continue to obliterate your senses in this impressive combo package.
All its faux-patriotism isn’t played for satire, but instead utilized to align the film with an idyllic, unquestioned vision of goodness.
Bill Guttentag presents an inept spoof on the election process for audiences who mistake fast talking for sharpness.
The Mindy Project is upfront about its flimsy vanity, but that doesn’t make it any better.
Johnny English Reborn barely functions on the lone level of juvenile absurdity.
Past Life’s plots peddle redemption with less subtlety than a typical episode of Touched by an Angel.
John Cusack deserves much better than this sentimental slop.
Civic Duty tantalizes with “is he or isn’t he” questions.
The set is a fine addition to the ever-growing legion of television programs hording the shelves at your local retailer.