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The Tim Burton-est movie in a long while, not merely because it embodies all those wonderfully weird and humanist Burton attitudes but also because only Burton would think to make a stop-motion film in glorious, creamy, black-and-white.
Breezy, witty, gently naughty. Hello, steampunk orgasm!
This is a like comedy from Star Trek’s vicious Mirror Universe, where backstabbing and scheming are just the way things are.
If you don’t already think romance is dead, you will after this crude, obvious, juvenile, and desperately unfunny excuse for a wedding farce.
We need to be fixing global warming. And yet people who are probably pretty smart and consider themselves creative thinkers are spending their time on this.
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…
There’s way too much crass and crude for this third outing in the series to do much beyond stoke juvenile disgust with human bodily functions…
“I need a man, not a little boy with a teddy bear.” This is a shocking thing to hear in a piece of American pop culture in the early 21st century…
So awesome, universe! The world hasn’t been full enough yet of movies about women who are almost totally obsessed almost exclusively with romance that we cannot use one more of them. Hoorah!
Once in a while a film comes along that demonstrates how pig-headedly sexist Hollywood is when it comes to ignoring female perspectives.
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