
Transformers: Age of Extinction movie review: Everyday Bayism
Rearranger of space and time Michael Bay has reached a level of aggressive self-actualization that perhaps no other human being has reached before.

Rearranger of space and time Michael Bay has reached a level of aggressive self-actualization that perhaps no other human being has reached before.

It’s not as raunchy as the title suggests, but Paul Rudd and Amy Poehler pull off a hilarious sendup of every rom-com cliché with only a few (easily forgivable) missteps. I laughed a lot.

A too-literal adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s paranoid science fiction fantasy lacks the atmosphere and human feeling it demands to work on any level.

An achingly personal tale of grief and despair amidst the ironies of the modern world, where almost medieval levels of misery live alongside 21st-century horrors.

Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.

Confused suspense drama starts out gripping and descends into a moral muddle that a very good performance by Michael C. Hall cannot quite overcome.

An absolute delight, even better than the first film; a gorgeously animated ode to sticking to your principles in the face of ultimate adversity.

Brings a socially aware twist to the Korean horror genre, but ultimately fizzles as a cultural cautionary tale.

Deploys twisty sci-fi concepts to warp the almost-clichéd dinner-party soap opera into a horror story of the human condition in the face of quantum philosophy.

If it’s meant to be a spy thriller, it’s not exciting. If it’s meant to be a comedy, it’s not funny. If it’s meant to be dumb, absurd, and risible, it’s a success.