
Now You See Me review: popcorn with glitter on top
Most of it makes no sense at all, but who cares? This is cheerful ridiculousness pulled off with panache.

Most of it makes no sense at all, but who cares? This is cheerful ridiculousness pulled off with panache.

More brooding thinkpiece than sci-fi thriller, and yet fans of brooding thinkpieces may not be wholly satisfied, either.

Dangerous sports smacks up against towering ambition in this sensationally accomplished documentary to ask a universal question: How far do you go in order to be who you were born to be?

Hugely hopeful documentary about women unleashing their potential and putting into practice small-scale, realistic solutions to enormous problems.

Is it supposed to be flattering to Google that two idiots bullshit their way into a highly competitive internship, even though they know nothing about computers, or the Internet, or programming?

Whatever your politics, you will find things to astonish and flabbergast and enrage you in this cool-headed examination of America’s War on Drugs.

Even when Walken, Pacino, and Arkin are phoning it in — on a rotary phone — they still earn their status as icons.

Some of it is hilariously awful, and some is just plain awful. But Statham’s attempt to be taken seriously as an actor is honest, at least.

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.