
Suicide Squad movie review: sh*t squad
Should be grim, bitter, and as horrifyingly alluring as Hannibal Lecter. But it’s nothing but a teen-friendly ad for toys, Ts, and other disposable merch.
Should be grim, bitter, and as horrifyingly alluring as Hannibal Lecter. But it’s nothing but a teen-friendly ad for toys, Ts, and other disposable merch.
Woefully bad feint at a dramedy in which everyone agrees the “hero” is a terrible excuse for a man… and he gets the message that he is awesome anyway.
An engaging documentary about the world-famous physicist that emphasizes the challenges of his personal life and the resilience of his humor and spirit.
Like a Comic-Con cosplay event gone horribly wrong, this poor excuse for an action comedy has nothing to say beyond a few expletives and nothing to offer but a shocking lack of appreciation for its own awful irony.
And so he is not, you know, supposedly obliged by patriotism to support the right to own as many assault weapons as your fear demands.
I laughed so damn hard at these human Looney Tunes…
The question is, I suppose: What fantasies of film and TV are too strong for some people to recognize as fantasy?
Peter and Bobby Farrelly have cast MadTV’s Will Sasso as Curly and Will & Grace’s Sean Hayes as Larry. Will it be someone from the small screen as Moe, too? And who should it be?
I ask this in all sincerity: What the fuck?
Bad Santa writers Glenn Ficarra and John Requa graduate to writer-directors here, and give us a warmly human and hugely funny story that’s almost a sendup of both prison melodramas and hetero romantic comedies… yet is also a truly amorous and very satisfying tale about the extremes to which a man will go for love.