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Lo and behold and WTF, here’s adorkable Jay Baruchel getting molested by dancing mops as the literal replication of a 70-year-old cartoon forces its way into a movie where it clashes tonally, interrupts the plot, and just plain makes no sense.
If the ongoing meltdown of Michael Douglas’s obnoxious asshole in a three-quarter-life crisis is your idea of a good time, have at it.
Thank Jimmy Choo for feminism! Am I right, ladies? I mean, not the nasty hairy feminism that’s all about equal pay and publicly subsidized day care and all that nonsense…
A tepid, almost conflict-free romantic drama that takes no chances whatsoever. Still: Queen Latifah!
Hilarious and witty portrait of a functional dysfunctional New York City family…
This is the metric by which I ended up measuring *Iron Man 2*: By the time it was over, did I actually *want* to see it again this weekend with my geek gang? And the answer ended up being Yes…
She’s 40 years old going on 8. He’s preposterously perfect. *yawn*
That Carell and Fey manage to maintain their gosh-darn likeability is the most surprising thing about this otherwise aggressively mediocre flick.
It was almost exactly a year ago when we talked about whether it’s important for a movie to be shot in the place where it’s set. This was inspired by Knowing, which had just opened, and which was set in part in New York City but was shot in Melbourne, and it showed. The comments … more…
Perhaps Tennant ramped up the maliciousness as a distraction from the fact that his stars were evincing zero chemistry…
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