When Dead Reckoning Part One settles into its set pieces or moments of caper comedy, it soars.
The series is the streaming equivalent of watching your laptop run through a security update to remove Russian malware.
Pegg occasionally fulfills the nightmarish potential of the film’s fairy-tale premise.
The film receives one of the best blockbuster home-video releases of the year—and just in time for the holiday season.
This buckaroo of a disc does not blow it on the image and sound front at least.
Fallout’s action scenes are cleanly composed and easy to follow, and so abundant as to become monotonous.
Even the reliably intense Margot Robbie is unable to fill the gaps left by the film’s unambitious screenplay.
If it turned out to be Spielberg’s final film, it would make for a fitting final curtain call for his brand of escapism.
The film emphasizes its heroes’ inter-personal dynamics, and functions best as an extended team-building exercise.
If Ice Age: Collision Course gleefully fails at being a history lesson, at least it offers an energetic recess from reality.
Review: Christopher McQuarrie’s Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation on Paramount Blu-ray
Paramount rolls out the formal red carpet for Rogue Nation, a glamorous spy fantasy with shards of playful wit and meta derring-do.
Lake Bell and Simon Pegg’s star wattage can’t distract from the sense that their characters are almost exclusively defined by their single-ness.
It can’t resist winking at how this franchise manages to defy the limits of both human endurance and its superstar’s rickety public status.
Man Up’s quick-paced, quippy dialogue aims for screwball sass and sizzle but doesn’t quite hit the mark.
The affectionate humanism that typically laces Simon Pegg’s postmodern self-awareness is missing from Kriv Stenders’s film.
It culminates in a weepy climax that verifies its status as a proud hunk of propaganda from America’s massive self-help industry.
Strands of Simon Pegg’s amiable persona are found in the film’s more tolerable bits, but even this seasoned vet’s unique voice is lost amid the glut of references to other work.
These shorts find themselves awkwardly divided along a clear line between "serious" experimental offerings and innocuous consumer-friendly fare.
the black void of death is the darkness du jour in Abrams’s bracingly revisionist melodramedy.
It confidently and openly grapples with its weighty thematic issues before sublimating them into something supernatural.