Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked (review)
Hey, wouldn’t it be neat if Alvin asked Dave, “Am I a pet?” and then, not getting an honest answer, led a chipmunk uprising?
Hey, wouldn’t it be neat if Alvin asked Dave, “Am I a pet?” and then, not getting an honest answer, led a chipmunk uprising?
This is it: the collectivist kiddie flick that makes it look like fun to work together for the betterment of all. Disgusting!
I’m pretty sure that the reason Antonio Banderas was put on this planet was to make Puss in Boots speak…
Oh, glorious steampunk! Oh, glorious Victoriana! Oh, for a time when men were men (and not little boys) and industry meant hard work (and not corporate malfeasance) and optimism (and not despair) ruled the day. When the future was so bright, you hadda wear shades.
Screenwriters Brit Marling and Mike Cahill don’t know where to take their story beyond its initial neat-o science fiction premise…
Want to make manchildren laugh? Blow some weed smoke out at them in 3D. Call something “Avatarded” as a compliment. Get a baby high. Har har.
What are you doing New Year’s eve? Not seeing this cheap, lazy excuse for a movie, I hope…
It’s hard to imagine that Hunter S. Thompson created his semiautobiographical journalist Paul Kemp as such an ineffectual figure…
An honest, hilarious, laugh-till-you-cry look at how very much it sucks to get very sick as a young person. Or at any age, really…
A charming little movie that is so amiably ridiculous that you’re sure it must have been invented, but it’s based on a real wacky thing…