Dinner for Schmucks (review)

It’s not so much *Dinner for Schmucks* as it is *Waiting for Dinner for Schmucks.* You know, like *Waiting for Godot,* only in reverse. Because the schmucks start showing up right as the damn movie starts, and they never go away.

Grown Ups (review)

Is it too overblown to suggest that what passes for the modern American mainstream comedy has finally descended into the downright sociopathic?

Get Him to the Greek (review)

Russell Brand is still the best thing here, but at least he gets to be onscreen a helluva lot more than he was in *Sarah Marshall.* Alas that onscreen just as often is Jonah Hill…

Sex and the City 2 (review)

Thank Jimmy Choo for feminism! Am I right, ladies? I mean, not the nasty hairy feminism that’s all about equal pay and publicly subsidized day care and all that nonsense…

Hot Tub Time Machine (review)

A tediously familiar collection of pointlessly crude moments drunk on their own cruelty and call it a movie. They should have titled it *Tucker Max to the Future* if they wanted folks to have an accurate idea of what they were in for…

She’s Out of My League (review)

I must say that it’s awfully generous of Hollywood, after engaging in a decades-long campaign to winnow down the image of what it’s acceptable for a woman to look like if she expects to be received in polite company — or any kind of company at all, in fact — to finally acknowledge the impact this has had on real people.