It suggests four episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic smushed together with a Sia music video tacked on at the end.
The sexism isn’t quite as noxious as one might find in Tyler Perry’s films, but that’s as far as the compliments go when it comes to this overextended and deeply crude sermon.
Baggage Claim basically slits its own throat by rendering its entire conceit moot before even getting things rolling.
I did my vacationing first by way of the movie screen, making all subsequent traveling the realization of romanticized visions.
The lengths Wayne Beach’s story goes to in order to cop a feel from The Usual Suspects is as embarrassing as his Showtime aesthetic.
Rent-heads will shriek for joy when they encounter the supplemental materials available on this two-disc DVD edition.
Virtually no musical number transpires without an array of swirling indifference, undermining a lot of the drama.
Best Picture Oscar-winner Chicago gets a no-frills package on this DVD edition.
Basic is just that: a mundane military thriller whose only goal is to appeal to an audience’s basic desire to be tricked into multiple corners.
Malibu’s Most Wanted is not, I repeat NOT, the single worst film ever committed to celluloid.
Would people want to watch this story if it didn’t try to pull the rug out from under them every three minutes?
Because Rob Marshall takes little pain to create a life between musical numbers, Chicago plods along from one outburst to the next.
Equilibrium is likely to appeal only to the sci-fi fanboy who thinks “Carmina Burana” is the greatest of techno songs.
As if Igby Goes Down wasn’t enough, here’s more cruel behavior disguised as boldness.