
Man of Steel review: man of feel
Towers with ambition, swelled by sweeping philosophies about power and presence on scales both planetary and personal, beautifully balanced by a wellspring of wry tragedy.

Towers with ambition, swelled by sweeping philosophies about power and presence on scales both planetary and personal, beautifully balanced by a wellspring of wry tragedy.

Pure, unalloyed, rollicking cinematic joy. Brings the romantic comedy as a genre into a realm of fantasy and poetry and fun and laughter.

I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.

A whole lotta WTF folded into a derivative, misogynist, and just plain incoherent mess.

Ridiculously charming as it spins a deliciously retro kitsch magic. (new DVD/VOD UK)

Asks us to look anew — and askance — at conventions of cinematic horror while also engaging in startling satire of America’s culture of violence. (new DVD/VOD UK; also US/Can)

It’s like they realized they never should have made a sequel, so for Part III, they didn’t even bother to make a Hangover movie at all…

Ironically, nothing feels organic here, and certainly nothing feels magical…

A colossal affair swollen with the hubris and arrogance of men who trail the foul dust of mayhem in their wake.
OMG, is this supposed to be this funny?