The only past that Dial of Destiny is interested in plundering is the glory of its predecessors.
Cronenberg is so fixated on freaking us out that he can sometimes neglect to do much else.
With his latest, S. Craig Zahler doubles down on the best and worst elements of the pulp film.
While the scares don’t quite work, Jungle revels in a different aspect of horror-thrillers: the gross-out.
It’s a pity that no one else involved in the making of the film had Dwayne Johnson’s sly intuition.
If director Aleksander Bach’s choices are any indication, he cares less about characters and actors than about dubious surface dazzle.
Joss Whedon’s film struggles against the rigid formula that typifies the Marvel universe, but only does so up to a point.
The material and resources are certainly substantial, but the filmmakers clumsily weave separate stories together without detailing anything beyond a tangential relation.
Its blind reverence toward the Russian mythos is so grandiose that it becomes impossible to rescue it from self-importance.
Individual moments linger, but Gonzalo López-Gallego’s film is merely a rough draft of a thriller.
The longer you watch Dracula, the more it becomes clear that it isn’t as interested in revitalizing the legend as it is in inoculating it.
The film is dispiriting because there’s virtually no sign of Dario Argento in it.
Cars 2, even more than its predecessor, is the Pixar movie that’s safe to hate.
The film is a low-rent neo-noir propped up by descriptions of, rather than depictions of, sexual kink.
Eichmann could be just another bland program you flip through on the way to the History Channel as you crack open your third beer.
The film’s vapid fluffiness makes the similarly frou-frou but ultimately more politically considerate Marie Antoinette difficult to hastily dismiss.
Incongruous vocal intonations aren’t even the most significant problem plaguing Bryan Singer’s film.
Who needs a director’s commentary with this much bonus material?
Kind of like a roller coaster ride—on a Transsiberian cross-country train—without any of the amenities.
Transsiberian eventually reveals itself to be scatterbrained thematically.