A Few Best Men (review)
If you don’t already think romance is dead, you will after this crude, obvious, juvenile, and desperately unfunny excuse for a wedding farce.
If you don’t already think romance is dead, you will after this crude, obvious, juvenile, and desperately unfunny excuse for a wedding farce.
An outsider’s look at a unique moment in American history, the gigantic failed social experiment of Prohibition: withering yet hugely engaging and ringing with unspoken critical parallels with today’s “war on drugs.”
Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what David Cronenberg’s point is here…
Even the marvelous performances by Clive Owen and Andrea Riseborough are not enough to ratchet up the drama to the level of the totally gripping, which is a damn shame and something of a puzzler…
We need to be fixing global warming. And yet people who are probably pretty smart and consider themselves creative thinkers are spending their time on this.
Finally! Pixar gives us a fully fledged, well-rounded, beautifully developed female protagonist, with a complex, provocative personal journey that is hers alone. A film of her own!
This is Bourne fan fiction. But it’s the rare sort of good fanfic: utterly inconsequential, of course, but a whole lotta fun. It’s a turn-your-brain-off popcorn flick for people who don’t like to turn our brains off just because we’re at The Movies.
What this dumb movie wants you to find absolutely hilarious is random 80s action heroes — this flick is lousy with ’em — now puffy with age and sporting embarrasingly bad dye jobs popping up in deus ex actioner situations…
Could I dare to hope that another Jo Nesbo film would be as wickedly funny and as sharply pointed as Headhunters? Alas…
A subtle and striking globehopping ensemble drama of human interactions shaped by sex and love, honesty and deception, allure and retreat.