Rise of the Guardians (review)
There’s genuine magic here. Dark magic, even. That’s a good thing.
There’s genuine magic here. Dark magic, even. That’s a good thing.
The world’s most insipid vampires are back in inaction! Twilight has never been more about people standing around waiting for stuff to happen to them…
Gets that we have a relationship with games that exists beyond the point at which play in any given game stops, that we have a relationship with gaming.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…

Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
I was literally in tears for parts of Argo, a purely physical reaction, not an emotional one, to deal with the tension. The only other option would have been to moan out loud, the film is almost that unbearably nerve-wracking.
Finally! Pixar gives us a fully fledged, well-rounded, beautifully developed female protagonist, with a complex, provocative personal journey that is hers alone. A film of her own!
What this dumb movie wants you to find absolutely hilarious is random 80s action heroes — this flick is lousy with ’em — now puffy with age and sporting embarrasingly bad dye jobs popping up in deus ex actioner situations…
This may be the darkest, the grimmest, the most depressing summer popcorn movie ever. It is not summery. It is not popcorny. The peasants of Gotham are us, we 99 percent huddled in the dark and frantic for a hero we will not find.
It’s movies like this one that make me despair. Because it is going to make a bazillion bucks at the box office around the world, and there’s absolute nothing here that warrants such success.