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.
Steven Soderbergh’s fabulous-looking Che is yet another dubious Guevara biopic that sees the man’s ideology as something to be worn and not questioned.
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.