By keeping Dalton Trumbo on the straight and narrow, the film saps his story of much of its power.
The film is depressing, sub-sitcom fodder that will dull whatever affection you may still harbor for these legendary actors.
The film’s amplification of scale and subject matter isn’t, alas, accompanied by an upgrade in humor.
Sadly, the horror genre gets no respect, and Hostel: Part II is not the type of film to change that.
A great Christmas present for Mom, unless of course she’s a “castrating Manhattan career bitch,” in which case you’ll want to opt for the pinecone vibrator.
As with so much of this muddled remake’s societal critique, the film’s satire is sloppy and vague.