Contraband (review)
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.
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.
Fueled almost entirely by an appreciation of its own ridiculousness, balancing absurdity with smart truths and walking a fine tonal line to make us care about characters barely more than cartoons.
There is too much awesome in this fantastic (and fantastical) premise for a proper geek girl such as myself to be properly rational about her anticipation. I know I expected too much. But, you know, the movie, it sort of promised a lot.
Classic tragic story — this is Tess of the d’Urbervilles set in contemporary India — is still classic, tragic when moved to the modern world…
Welcome to the costume-drama equivalent of Project X, celebrating misogyny and male sociopathy as just the way things are, and what else can ya expect from the world?
This dreary Disneyfied inconsequence features all the bigotries of century-old pulp fiction and none of the romance, neither the sexual nor the adventurous kind…
Delivered unto us by our entertainment overlords, to rain despair upon you and to remove any vestige of hope you might have secreted away in the furtherest corners of your movie-loving heart…
Kooky-cutesy dramedy about British pensioners who retire to India, where they can be treated poorly in all new and exotic ways…
There’s a lot of golden-age Hollywood in this tale of the earliest days, in the 1930s, of the Arab oil kingdoms. Some of it is just plain fun; some of it is cornball old-fashioned…
I’d call this How to Lose a Spy in 10 Days, except all along I was rooting for nothing but for Reese Witherspoon to dump both Tom Hardy and Chris Pine…