Fun Size (review)
It’s the usual assemblage of grossout horrors provided for your alleged amusement. The freshly upsetting thing here is that this is a Nickelodeon production: you know, the cable network for kids…
It’s the usual assemblage of grossout horrors provided for your alleged amusement. The freshly upsetting thing here is that this is a Nickelodeon production: you know, the cable network for kids…
A mealy, wan attempt at a black comedy.

What we witness here is the destruction of the old Bond mystique, and the creation of a new one. This is the sneaky cleverness of the film: it is, at last, going to tell us why Bond still matters.
Bitter, brutal, and — unfortunately for the hopes and dreams of the American people — very very pointedly funny.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…

Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
I was literally in tears for parts of Argo, a purely physical reaction, not an emotional one, to deal with the tension. The only other option would have been to moan out loud, the film is almost that unbearably nerve-wracking.
Two separate tales of FDR that are certainly worthy of in-depth explorations on their own are mashed together in a way that is ridiculous and which gives both of them a short shift that neither deserves.
Elegant looking and well intentioned, but epically bloated and choking on its own would-be grand metaphor…
It’s the Where’s Waldo of spooky stories. (Where’s the ghost? Find the ghost!) But much less fun.