This is a film in which Christian Grey owns a pommel horse and gives no indication that he wants to have sex on it.
Dornan somehow manages to render his sculpted beauty moot, which throws a major wrench in the gears for a film dependent on eroticism.
Steered by a lead actor and director who are both way out of their respective leagues, Jobs is excruciating, failing to entertain and all but pissing on its subject’s grave.
Yet another dubious Guevara biopic that sees the man’s ideology as something to be worn and not questioned.
Soderbergh’s professed neutrality toward Guevara’s life and times succeeds mostly in leeching the emotion out of them.
Like almost all other Iraq war movies, Stop-Loss is as much about the war as it is about making movies-and like its kin, it isn’t any good.