
Goosebumps movie review: stick with the books (LFF 2015)
More theme-park attraction than movie, and paradoxically distastefully self-congratulatory about the Goosebumps phenomenon and insulting toward its author.

More theme-park attraction than movie, and paradoxically distastefully self-congratulatory about the Goosebumps phenomenon and insulting toward its author.

Graffiti artist and fashion artists at work on the same street in Belleville.

Ah, so that’s my problem with the show lately: it’s a bit too Monty Python.

The rose windows aren’t the only interesting windows in Notre Dame.

The female characters here support the journey of the male protagonist, but they are not especially supportive: they are too challenging of him for that.

You’ve never seen such a compelling, entertaining movie about a genius jerk. As smart and as sleek as a Macbook Pro, and a compulsory bit of modern history.

I guess the French really hated to see her go to New York…

The entire plot of the film is about the male protagonist attempting to police every aspect of his daughter’s life… and he is rewarded for his actions.

The barrage of nonstop sitcom idiocy is nigh on unendurable. A father plotting against his daughter as touching and uplifting? Way worse.

Except for extremely brief appearances by wives and girlfriends of the male characters, women are entirely absent from this film.