
RoboCop review: I will notify a cinema crisis center
No black humor. No satire. No point. But hey, check out the 1987 catchphrases dropped in at random!

No black humor. No satire. No point. But hey, check out the 1987 catchphrases dropped in at random!

A thrilling combination of drama, near-science-fiction, suspense, coming-of-age agita, and intellectual exploration of ideas. Pity it derails itself.

Bracingly free of the usual macho posturing that characterizes movies about the military, and a compassionate and humane portrait of modern soldiering.

The story of Charles Dickens and his secret mistress is no romance, and no modest costume drama, either.

There is a single thread running through these shorts, and it is deeply existential and irreducibly personal: How do we save ourselves?

A smart, incisive portrait of a woman who lives life on her own terms and doesn’t let herself get pushed around.

It’s alive! In a technical sense: images flicker on the screen, etc. But it is a soulless, unholy monstrosity. Behold: the movie without a protagonist!

This is like the Mirror Universe, evil-goatee-wearing flip side of Don Jon, a pile of obnoxious, grossout junk.

The French “Mr. Hublot” creates an utterly real yet completely fantastical world, a palpable steampunk environment of gorgeous mechanical loveliness.

My favorite of the five films is the British “The Voorman Problem,” starring Martin Freeman and Tom Hollander in a hilarious and provocative bit of speculative fantasy…