These days, the X-Men saga seems like an interweaving, incestuous franchise bent on its own redemption.
The new poster for Man of Steel is an exercise in tedium.
Successful or not, there’s something about the rebbot that I gravitate toward.
Has cinema recovered from The Jazz Singer?
So essentially meritless are the films up for this award, it’s hardly worth discussing the merits or demerits of each as a viable candidate.
We just came through a pretty tumultuous year for movies, and for the media and the entertainment industry in general.
A thoroughly competent and enjoyable score, it never swats you with the “oomph” of the best hero-movie music.
The movie is visionary bubblegum, unabashedly in love with its source material.