Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (review)
A morass of Three Stooges-level slapstick and juvenile-style playground taunting…
comedy
Ghosts of Girlfriends Past (review)
Even trying to think about *Ghosts of Girlfriends Past* from a snarky perspective makes me want to vomit. This is a repulsive movie, way worse than I was expecting…
17 Again (review)
The best thing that can be said about this gender-swapped trifle of a riff on *Freaky Friday* is that it’s entirely inoffensive…
Monsters vs. Aliens (review)
The nicest monster movie ever…
Super Capers (review)
This brutally stupid superhero sendup consistently mistakes wholesale theft for creative cleverness.
I Love You, Man (review)
The male contingent of the moviegoing crowd that has been waiting for the film that tries to push and prod guys to conform to a narrow, cardboard stereotype of modern masculinity in the same way that Hollywood has been trying to mold women into materialistic Barbie dolls in recent years will delight in *I Love You, Man.*
Miss March (review)
If you wanted to explain to a mentally challenged hamster about the virgin/whore dichotomy, you could do worse than to show it *Miss March.*
Futurama: Into the Wild Green Yonder (review)
Look: it’s *Futurama.* You already know whether you love it or hate it or are indifferent to it.
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People (review)
Why do we love Sidney, even as he is spectacularly unpalatable, contradictory, hypocritcal, a lout, a louse, plagued by poor judgment, and a terrible dresser? Because he’s Simon Pegg.
Fired Up! (review)
I’ve always suspected that teen-boy fantasies like the execrable *Fired Up!* had to be based on the adolescent wet dreams of 40something Hollywood nerds…
