
The Internship review: triumph of the shill
Is it supposed to be flattering to Google that two idiots bullshit their way into a highly competitive internship, even though they know nothing about computers, or the Internet, or programming?

Is it supposed to be flattering to Google that two idiots bullshit their way into a highly competitive internship, even though they know nothing about computers, or the Internet, or programming?

Whatever your politics, you will find things to astonish and flabbergast and enrage you in this cool-headed examination of America’s War on Drugs.

Even when Walken, Pacino, and Arkin are phoning it in — on a rotary phone — they still earn their status as icons.

Some of it is hilariously awful, and some is just plain awful. But Statham’s attempt to be taken seriously as an actor is honest, at least.

In an almost terrifying reversal from the first film, this is crude, racist, and sexist, in entirely well-worn ways. (But the Minions are still funny.)

Powerfully poignant, a bumpy, bittersweet journey through grief and joy.

Brit Marling never knows what to do with her great ideas. She runs them right up to a moment when all that electric potential zaps itself out of existence in a flash.

Monsters, Inc. was in no way calling for a sequel, and here it is. (new DVD/VOD US/Can)

Marvelous. It’s impossible to shake the feeling that we are merely eavesdropping on reality. Witty, wise, and—most important of all—truly romantic in ways that movies usually aren’t. (new DVD/VOD US/Can/UK)

Has no guts of any kind: it has absolutely nothing to say, and it takes a long, dull, circuitous route to get to that nothing.