
Alpha movie review: dog tired
The remarkable Ice Age setting is all that distinguishes — and not by much — a depressingly conventional boy-and-his-dog story.
The remarkable Ice Age setting is all that distinguishes — and not by much — a depressingly conventional boy-and-his-dog story.
Goofy, charming, faithful to its sweet source material, and all while advancing the standard “Be yourself” message with fresh challenges to gender expectations.
The Ice Age flicks are the cinematic equivalent of drive-through nuggets of reconstituted chicken slurry served by a bored teenager in a cardboard hat.
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This spectacularly ill-conceived movie is what happens when a cheap ripoff cannot even rise to the level of crass Hollywood junk.
Ironically, nothing feels organic here, and certainly nothing feels magical…
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…
Whoa, so beautiful and serene and magical… and then there’s a slug who says “Dude.” *facepalm*
It’s movies like this one that make me despair. Because it is going to make a bazillion bucks at the box office around the world, and there’s absolute nothing here that warrants such success.
See lovable contortionist acrobats in squirrel costumes on skates, singing Ice Age favorites including “Ode to the Glacier (My Heart Is Melting)” and “Top of the Food Chain, Ma!”