
Hector and the Search for Happiness movie review: unhappymess
A rich white man tours the misery of others to learn about happiness. Yes, it is as offensive as it sounds.

A rich white man tours the misery of others to learn about happiness. Yes, it is as offensive as it sounds.

Just another rote space adventure. It’s not actively awful, but there isn’t a single damn thing in the least bit surprising or memorable about it.

An inoffensive time-passer for youngsters, but adult genre fans who recall the 80s classics it draws on — E.T. and The Goonies — will be bored.

Doubles down on the first film’s angry approach to inequality and violence, and again reflects an image of America that is ugly but only slightly distorted.

An absurdist mock epic that is hilarious, outrageous, and completely insane. It’s like a bonkers Swedish Forrest Gump.

Dumb, pointless, unentertaining crap. But at least it’s about women. Yay? Nah.

Rearranger of space and time Michael Bay has reached a level of aggressive self-actualization that perhaps no other human being has reached before.

An achingly personal tale of grief and despair amidst the ironies of the modern world, where almost medieval levels of misery live alongside 21st-century horrors.

Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.

With rom-coms like this, who needs warcrimes? This is the most cruel, most contrived romantic comedy I have ever had the displeasure to endure.