In Zoe, you see the honeymoon phase but not the emotional intimacy that makes a relationship last.
One may wonder whether Per Fly would have been better served by making a documentary about the oil-for-food scandal.
The film is in love with the tropes it ridicules, and it doesn’t take long for that love to dwarf any possibility of critique.
Andrew Renzi treats unfettered wealth as a hyperbolic playground through which to explore masculine insecurity.
A Little Golden Book version of drastically simplified socialism accompanied with a healthy dose of warmongering bravado.
Neil Burger’s film transcends the déjà vu of its borrowed trappings but ironically sacrifices all momentum in favor of a long series of physical tests.
Its saving grace are the moments when Owen sheds his old-dog exterior and justifiably barks at Clark in the wake of his hotheaded antics.