
Fast & Furious 7 (aka Furious 7) movie review: head-on vehicular hard-on
Too long, too convoluted, too sentimental, and too ridiculous. Some will say those are its good points. Will they embrace the homoeroticism too?

Too long, too convoluted, too sentimental, and too ridiculous. Some will say those are its good points. Will they embrace the homoeroticism too?

Absurdity abounds in this odyssey of groan-worthy punning, new ways of defying cartoon physics, epic food fights, trippy time-travel, and superhero sendups.

So much to love in this Brit kiddie sci-fi adventure, with its brilliant concept that really works on a small budget and a real sense of place.

Like Monty Python without the comedy, or at least without the intentional comedy. Jeff Bridges’ saving throw against the Phoning It In curse fails!

Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.

Science fiction with training wheels, fine for sucking the kiddies into geekery but with little appeal for grownup fans of animated genre adventure.

A tired old piece of action junk that expects us to sympathize with a very bad man. We don’t.

Sneakily undercuts tropes of the young-adult hero’s journey. But in a more adventurous movie environment, this wouldn’t feel this fresh as it does.

Too long and too same-old, and even Liam Neeson’s effortless tough-guy charm can only carry this familiar-feeling film so far.

A morally muddled mess that is convoluted in plot and appallingly simplistic in its themes. I am a sad geek today.