
The Hangover Part III review: get pissed
It’s like they realized they never should have made a sequel, so for Part III, they didn’t even bother to make a Hangover movie at all…

It’s like they realized they never should have made a sequel, so for Part III, they didn’t even bother to make a Hangover movie at all…

A colossal affair swollen with the hubris and arrogance of men who trail the foul dust of mayhem in their wake.
OMG, is this supposed to be this funny?

A Star Trek for our times. Very much for our times. Which means there’s little hope to be found here…

“I am Iron Man.” When Tony repeats that line here, it’s newly thrilling, and far more intriguing than it previously was.

Postcard-pretty, unusual for a science fiction flick, but shockingly derivative.

Did Neo come to see that the Agents had the right way of things? Did Luke eventually realize that the Empire was a stabilizing force in the galaxy? But poor Melanie is suffering from the ultimate case of Stockholm Syndrome.

You get the G.I. Joes for Christmas. Hooray! You make them cross the demilitarized zone between the china cabinet and the DVDs near the TV to rescue Barbie. *pawft pawft pawft pawft* — enemy fire.

Lacks all sense of magic, of myth, of danger, of humor, of power. A compete and utter all-around disaster…
Bland generic action pudding that manages to be sociopathic, too.