Dean DeBlois’s film has the core of a genuine crowd-pleaser, but unfortunately something bigger and more all-consuming keeps getting into its head.
It isn’t a sophisticated comedy by any means, but its overall lightheartedness manages to save it from becoming completely dull.
The film is a predictable, drawn-out romantic comedy that happens to be set in the shadow of impending apocalypse.
Our Idiot Brother is likable enough, but you don’t really need to see it.
If the film clearly courts Gump-ian territory, its pattern finally bears a stronger resemblance to Teorema.
It’s not entirely clear why this movie even exists, except maybe to resuscitate Jack Black’s career.
This kid flick is just plain smart, packed full of imagination and surprise.
The film is an uninspired self-esteem pep-talk that seems to be yearning for viewer affection despite its all-around mediocrity.
If Godzilla was a manifestation of Cold War paranoia, the Cloverield monster is a reflection of the chic nihilism that is the J.J. Abrams brand.
The film doesn’t make its individual moments coalesce into something more than just a loud, frantic, hollow gimmick.