
Despicable Me 2 review: a little bit despicable itself
In an almost terrifying reversal from the first film, this is crude, racist, and sexist, in entirely well-worn ways. (But the Minions are still funny.)

In an almost terrifying reversal from the first film, this is crude, racist, and sexist, in entirely well-worn ways. (But the Minions are still funny.)

Powerfully poignant, a bumpy, bittersweet journey through grief and joy.

Marvelous. It’s impossible to shake the feeling that we are merely eavesdropping on reality. Witty, wise, and—most important of all—truly romantic in ways that movies usually aren’t. (new DVD/VOD US/Can/UK)

Harrowing and unsettling…

What starts out as conventional dramedy becomes a charming, wise story about making the most of whatever life throws at you…
You’ve seen this story before, but never pulled off with so much joie de vivre.

Did Neo come to see that the Agents had the right way of things? Did Luke eventually realize that the Empire was a stabilizing force in the galaxy? But poor Melanie is suffering from the ultimate case of Stockholm Syndrome.

Deliciously preposterous, with misdirections and red herrings scattered about like enigmatic confetti…

Keeps trying to fly off into potentially fascinating directions and then getting yanked back into a mushy mediocrity…
Was this secretly produced by the Institute for Creation Research?