Dog Days remains committed to coloring within the lines of established tropes in the animal-centric family film.
It was clearly conceived by men who have no interest in approaching female friendships with any degree of complexity, curiosity, or respect.
Josh Heald’s script takes the easy way out, ending the film with a torrent of slapdash sentimentality.
By the time a blackmailing plot is introduced, the film seems to be surviving solely on the fumes of curse words and frequent shots of Jason Segal and Cameron Diaz’s backsides.
Robert Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon display a freewheelin’ sense of invention that should be watched closely.
Lake Bell holds the film together through sheer charisma.
Praises the electric carelessness of teenage angst while depicting it as if it were ultimately no more exciting, though no less pleasant, than an hour in the wave pool.
Its views on organized religion are so halfhearted and perfunctory as to make Kevin Smith’s Dogma seem like a veritable master’s class in theistic studies.
An outrageous true-life tale that’s perfectly suited to director Michael Bay’s insanely overblown stylistic and thematic temperament.
It’s hard to exhibit anything other than pity toward Escape from Planet Earth.
Zombies make for strange characters in a film about love, or maybe love is just a strange subject for a zombie film.
Intended, it seems, as a sharp political satire, Butter achieves something a little sloppier and harder to pin down.
The film is a predictable, drawn-out romantic comedy that happens to be set in the shadow of impending apocalypse.
The Winning Season is, to be as coarse as its protagonist, the cinematic equivalent of vomit.
A film with the title Hot Tub Time Machine has no right to be as dull as the one that just came out.
Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher bring a surprising sweetness to their generic roles and the story’s contrived situations.
Bloodless: Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg’s Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay
Somebody needed to do a merciless sendup of Homeland Security bullshit, but are Harold and Kumar up to the task? Not quite.
The film’s amplification of scale and subject matter isn’t, alas, accompanied by an upgrade in humor.
Semi-Pro is perhaps the feeblest entry in the Will Ferrell Sports Comedy canon.
True to their reputation for collapsing taboos, the Farrellys have reliably injected hitherto verboten crudity into the cinematic bloodstream.