Gambit (review)
I found myself oddly transfixed by how the stale the humor is…
I found myself oddly transfixed by how the stale the humor is…
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…
This movie hasn’t been any good the thousand other times you’ve seen it, and it’s no good now, either.
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
It’s a good thing Mark Wahlberg is so effortlessly charming: he keeps this rather generic heist thriller rolling along as smoothly as it does.
Well. Rarely has a movie been so accurately named. Man on a Ledge is very much about a man on a ledge. And not much more…
I’m pretty sure that the reason Antonio Banderas was put on this planet was to make Puss in Boots speak…

For a film critic, there are few pleasures more satisfying than ripping into a bad movie. But one of those few is discovering that a film that you were expecting to hate — a movie that you had no doubts whatsoever would turn out to be utterly awful — turns out to be wonderful.
This is simply a great flick: powerfully emotional, profoundly resonant, scary and funny and intense and wholly enrapturing.
I’ve gotten behind most of the Fast & Furious movies because they’ve been packed with thrillingly staged action and peopled with protagonists who walk that bad-boy line cagily enough to make rooting for them a guilty pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless. But something is off in Fast Five. There’s something deeply unpleasant about this latest flick that prevented me from enjoying all the stuff blowing up real good.