We’re the Millers review: broken bad
Reason No. 34,075 to legalize drugs: it would eliminate painfully unfunny comedies like this one. Comedy shouldn’t make you pity the comedians.
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Kick-Ass 2 review: the mask is empty
Like a Comic-Con cosplay event gone horribly wrong, this poor excuse for an action comedy has nothing to say beyond a few expletives and nothing to offer but a shocking lack of appreciation for its own awful irony.
Stolen review: thief of parts
By turns hilarious, absurd, offensive, and insulting, this is all rote action that will pique your interest only when it is being completely ridiculous.
The Heat review: buddy crap
Meanspirited where it’s meant to be funny. Misogynist crap is still misogynist crap when it stars women.
Now You See Me review: popcorn with glitter on top
Most of it makes no sense at all, but who cares? This is cheerful ridiculousness pulled off with panache.
The House I Live In review: incarceration nation
Whatever your politics, you will find things to astonish and flabbergast and enrage you in this cool-headed examination of America’s War on Drugs.
Stand Up Guys review: best exotic mobster parole day
Even when Walken, Pacino, and Arkin are phoning it in — on a rotary phone — they still earn their status as icons.
Hummingbird (aka Redemption) review: pity poor Jason Statham
Some of it is hilariously awful, and some is just plain awful. But Statham’s attempt to be taken seriously as an actor is honest, at least.
The East review: content to be a mosquito when it could have been a black widow
Brit Marling never knows what to do with her great ideas. She runs them right up to a moment when all that electric potential zaps itself out of existence in a flash.
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…
