There’s an unsteadiness to this return to that certain dimension of sight, sound, and, of course, mind that dulls whatever impact it intends.
Confusingly, the film rejects the commonplace notion that women actually have a decent grasp of what men think.
Though it pretends to stick up for all the schmucks in the world, the film is really just laughing along with the assholes.
Director Timothy Reckart’s The Star turns the greatest story ever told into just another kids’ movie.
According to Brian Shoaf’s Aardvark, a man’s psychosis boils down to an extreme case of sibling rivalry.
Over-stuffed and under-conceived, Fist Fight is a clumsy mélange of clashing comedic perspectives.
So flimsily constructed that it resembles a middle-school play that’s been hastily filmed on an antique camcorder.
The flippancy toward thematic concerns and character construction suggests that the film, like the boxtrolls’ myriad gadgets and inventions, was largely built from used parts.
The movie has less actual nutritional value than 10 bowls of crushed Froot Loops dust.
With its rapid one-liners often coming in at under 140 characters, 30 Rock is the perfect comedy for our time.
Considering the two codependent main characters (sheltered asexual woman and nerdy awkward male bird), Rio depends on the fish-out-of-water construct like no other recent animated film.
It takes the audience’s homophobia as a given and then uses that bias as the springboard for a round of alleged comedy.
Buy this DVD for your kid this Christmas.because Zach Galifianakis wasn’t in enough movies this year.