
Wild Card movie review: hardboiled rotten egg
Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.

Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.

A series of amazing music videos featuring astonishingly athletic dancers expressing crazy-hot modern choreography strung together by a flimsy narrative. Kinda like old-school Hollywood musicals were.

Diablo Cody has a new movie… but you’d hardly know it was her work, for all the bite it lacks.

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…

I laughed so damn hard at these human Looney Tunes…

It’s a rare thing, but sometimes digging up the past and giving it another spin is a good thing.
Russell Brand is still the best thing here, but at least he gets to be onscreen a helluva lot more than he was in *Sarah Marshall.* Alas that onscreen just as often is Jonah Hill…
*The Hangover* thinks it’s edgy and envelope-pushing, but there’s nothing terribly risque or dangerous about it…
Don’t bother with the film at all if you’re not a fan of The Rock…
Are you up for a little larceny that may be dangerous but is too much fun to pass up? Are you up for a smart dumb movie, the kind of delicious popcorn flick you get when some of the most talented and most watchable people in the biz let their hair down? Cuz this ain’t a movie that’s been fortified with vitamins and minerals or morals or anything good for you — this is pure cinematic junk food of the highest, tastiest order.