
Kill the Messenger movie review: all the news that’s fit to quash
A passionate and intense drama — fueled by a fierce Jeremy Renner — that furiously underscores the problem of lickspittle corporate “journalism.”

A passionate and intense drama — fueled by a fierce Jeremy Renner — that furiously underscores the problem of lickspittle corporate “journalism.”

Apparently made by snickering 12-year-olds who like naked boobies and have heard rumors about the phenomenon known as “the business trip.”

A morally muddled mess that is convoluted in plot and appallingly simplistic in its themes. I am a sad geek today.

A beautiful film, and a mysterious one. I don’t quite know what to make of it, but I have been seduced by its evasive intrigue.

Indie science fiction with a rare humanism, a scientific and emotional mystery with a solution Hollywood wouldn’t dare go anywhere near.

Smart and passionate, this is one of the ultimate Hollywood fantasies: an adult romance performed by gorgeous actors with palpable onscreen chemistry.

There are things in which horny teenaged boys were not meant to meddle. Like we needed the warning.

Quite possibly an alien torture device designed to turn our brains to mush. *sob*

A lurid meatgrinder of a movie in which the young-woman protagonist is reduced to a passive object of male rage, greed, and possessiveness.

Would-be conspiracy thriller undermines its own noble intent with its amateurism and dull, plodding earnestness.