Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (review)
This is how far cartoons have descended in the last decade and a half: *The Lion King* was Shakespearean. *Ice Age* is *Everybody Loves Raymond*ean.
This is how far cartoons have descended in the last decade and a half: *The Lion King* was Shakespearean. *Ice Age* is *Everybody Loves Raymond*ean.
This is a beautiful little fan film: it’s fan fiction to the Nth degree…
How did the Pixar folks time it just right to get this cheerful and fantastical yet never unrealistically optimistic movie before our eyes just as we are getting desperate for a movie to hug us reassuringly?
How does heartbreak become art? Just like this.
A morass of Three Stooges-level slapstick and juvenile-style playground taunting…
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
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…
The best thing that can be said about this gender-swapped trifle of a riff on *Freaky Friday* is that it’s entirely inoffensive…
Help yourself to another cinematic serving of the grim graphic novel…
This brutally stupid superhero sendup consistently mistakes wholesale theft for creative cleverness.