Amusing but instantly forgettable, fueled by a self-congratulatory smugness and self-reference. The best bits are the sincere stuff: a scene-stealing Pedro Pascal and a sweetly vulnerable Nic(k) Cage.
Ruins itself as even high-toned cinematic junk food when its justifiable cynicism morphs into something manipulative and dangerously disingenuous.
Director, producer, writer, and star Seth MacFarlane laments the epic romantic tragedy of Seth MacFarlane, who deserves a beautiful girlfriend because he’s “nice.”
I am haunted by the crazed desperation in Jayma Mays’s eyes. She may have been blinking out a Morse-code SOS, but I can’t be sure…
Want to make manchildren laugh? Blow some weed smoke out at them in 3D. Call something “Avatarded” as a compliment. Get a baby high. Har har.
It’s like every cherished holiday movie wrapped in one festive fantasy package.
Did you know there is a new Harold and Kumar movie on its way… just in time to ruin your holidays? Ha ha, ho ho: now you do.
Google isn’t revealing any secrets, it’s just summarizing the conversation about a celebrity. But why suddenly make a special point of summarizing so succinctly about this particular aspect of a person’s life?
Incontinence — as the result of either as-yet untrained bowels or a terrible adult affliction — is presumed to be a major concern for the viewer here.
Proof that there is no god: A Smurfs movie will be hurled at us in 2011, whether we want it or not. And it will be about Smurfs magically transported from whatever frakkin’ magical forest they live in to New York City. Like Enchanted, I guess. Only evil. It will be called The Smurfs. I … more…