The film is an unwieldy array of muddled ideas that never gel together into a cohesive whole.
Ben-Hur director Timur Bekmambetov offers nothing new to the cinematic lexicon of the chariot race.
The beautiful game, as Pelé called football (or soccer to us Americans), has never felt like such a sedate slog.
The hygienization of Rio into what at times looks like a soulless Southern California town is so scandalous it feels like a spoof of the Cities of Love series.
It constantly blunders into stylistic choices and narrative clichés that sabotage the sturdy two-hander at its center.
The film doles out a shock or hits a usually hollow emotional note every few minutes with mechanical precision.
Ficarra and Requa’s film turns out to be a strained trumpeting of the return of the proverbial king of the box office, Will Smith.
The movie has less actual nutritional value than 10 bowls of crushed Froot Loops dust.
The film leaves no doubt of the original’s influence, but to watch it is to sit dumbstruck at the cynicism of Hollywood bean counting.
Disappointing supplements notwithstanding, this release of the under-seen The Last Stand does well by a film that’s proud to be small.
Kim Jee-woon makes savvy use of Schwarzenegger as both a newly world-weary figure and, more frequently, the ever-reluctant hero.
José Henrique Fonseca appears to be a follower of that school of confused chronology responsible for films such as La Vie en Rose.
Kirk Jones’s film takes procreation not only as its central theme, but as a given.
There Be Dragons is hamstrung by a decades-spanning, bifurcated narrative.
A thoroughly decent presentation of a well-intentioned misfire.
Considering the two codependent main characters, Rio depends on the fish-out-of-water construct like no other recent animated film.
The film gets off on gender-fucking the conventions of romantic and caper comedies.
Yet another dubious Guevara biopic that sees the man’s ideology as something to be worn and not questioned.
Shot with CW-level aptitude and inclined to end scenes on awkward comedic or dramatic beats, Post Grad haphazardly synthesizes moments of levity with gravity.
If you think it’s hard raising a child as a single mother, try doing it in prison.