Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days (review)
There’s way too much crass and crude for this third outing in the series to do much beyond stoke juvenile disgust with human bodily functions…
There’s way too much crass and crude for this third outing in the series to do much beyond stoke juvenile disgust with human bodily functions…
“I need a man, not a little boy with a teddy bear.” This is a shocking thing to hear in a piece of American pop culture in the early 21st century…
So awesome, universe! The world hasn’t been full enough yet of movies about women who are almost totally obsessed almost exclusively with romance that we cannot use one more of them. Hoorah!
Once in a while a film comes along that demonstrates how pig-headedly sexist Hollywood is when it comes to ignoring female perspectives.

I can’t remember the last film that rocked my world like this extraordinary documentary does. A magnificent detective story, bursting with a thrilling sense of mystery and of artistic discovery.
This may be the darkest, the grimmest, the most depressing summer popcorn movie ever. It is not summery. It is not popcorny. The peasants of Gotham are us, we 99 percent huddled in the dark and frantic for a hero we will not find.

The heightened emotions and outrageous urgency of rom-coms are actually appropriate here. All the absurdities that define the genre — not accidentally but deliberately — suddenly work in its favor.
It’s movies like this one that make me despair. Because it is going to make a bazillion bucks at the box office around the world, and there’s absolute nothing here that warrants such success.
I sympathize with the film’s attitudes about the decline of American civilization, and yet I still cannot get behind this tedious soapbox of a movie…
The Amazing Spider-Man? That’s a stretch. More like the Halfhearted Spider-Man. The Just-Sorta-There Spider-Man. The Familiar Spider-Man…