Observe and Report (review)
‘I thought this was gonna be funny,’ says a character at one vital point in *Observe and Report,* ‘but it’s actually kinda sad.’ Bingo!
‘I thought this was gonna be funny,’ says a character at one vital point in *Observe and Report,* ‘but it’s actually kinda sad.’ Bingo!
Poor Brandon Routh. He caught the Superman curse.
Summer of 1987. Oh, these kids are my temporal peeps.
Damn if there ain’t enough street racing in this here street racing movie.
This ain’t the real *12 Rounds.* Not the actual movie. It’s more like a storyboard. Or an animatic. That’s it. Just to give you an idea of what the real movie’s gonna look like. Man, you’re gonna love it, I swear.
It’s almost impossible not to be sympathetic to any character Virginia Madsen (The Number 23) plays, she’s so irresistibly likeable a screen presence, but that gets tried sorely in this rote haunted-house flick, which telegraphs its obvious scares, even the ones it has shamelessly stolen from far superior scary movies. The year is 1987, and … more…
Charming and tender and wisely funny…
The nicest monster movie ever…
Brutal and unrelenting, this documentary-style expose of the Naples equivalent of the Sicilian mafia burns away all hints of Hollywood glamour…
This brutally stupid superhero sendup consistently mistakes wholesale theft for creative cleverness.