Conventioneers (review)
A smart, savvy film about the choices and compromises we make in our quests for fulfillment…
A smart, savvy film about the choices and compromises we make in our quests for fulfillment…
I wish I could be more enthusiastic about *Stardust.* I like it just fine. But it’s not the next *Princess Bride.*
Can you understand the words that are comin’ outta my mouth? This is racist, bullying garbage.
Finally, what we’ve all been waiting for: a romantic suspense movie that doesn’t muck about with any of that tedious romance. Or suspense.
Oh, dear. It’s an entire movie about farts.
It’s not quite ‘My Big Fat Syrian Forbidden Romance,’ but almost.
Smart, wise, and effortlessly appealing, this is an uncomplicated but sneakily profound tale…
A vague, disjointed daydream passing for a film…
An excruiciating stew of kindergarten-level toilet humor and absurd (and false) sentimentality…
A masterpiece of breathless relentlessness, of spectacular yet lean-and-mean setpieces uncluttered by superfluous digressions or tangents…