
Idiocracy movie review: stupid is as stupid does
‘Idiocracy’ is even more trenchant, more damning, more — hell, I’ll say it — ‘revolutionary’ than ‘Office Space.’

‘Idiocracy’ is even more trenchant, more damning, more — hell, I’ll say it — ‘revolutionary’ than ‘Office Space.’
It pains me deeply to say this, but, Bwahahaha! Are they kidding with this ‘Curse of the Golden Flower’ thing? Seriously, where can I get some of whatever Zhang Yimou was on when he was directing this grotesquerie of a cinematic disaster?

There’s so much despair and anger and grief layered just into the background of Alfonso Cuarón’s film that I can’t shake its gray grimness — I’ve been haunted by this film for weeks now…
Look, this is no classic. It’s a little obvious, and a lot ham-handed in places. But its opening a window onto a scene that we shouldn’t be ignoring is vital. What it wants to do, storywise, and succeeds in doing more than compensates for the forgivable gaffes it stumbles into along the way.
Cool, cynical irony drips from every moment…
Smart, bone-dry, but ultimately distant indie…
Calling anything “indescribable” is like throwing down a gauntlet that Hollywood can’t help but pick up: of course real people’s real pain can be turned, yet again, into trite, glossy cinematic junk food. How could we possibly doubt this?
A lack of appreciation for what the museum truly means to so many people is part of why ‘Night at the Museum’ ultimately disappoints.

Forget everything you know about the joke that Rocky Balboa has become in the three decades since he made his screen debut, and just think back to that first film, to its raw power and surprising sensitivity and hard beauty.
The Force is strong with young Eragon, but he is not a dragonrider yet.