The most interesting thing about this all-over-the-place drama-thriller is Ridley Scott’s last-minute Hail Mary pass to replace a disgraced cast member. The finale is tense and exciting, but it’s a slog to get there.
It’s tormented hotheads all around with a hero and villain who are almost indistinguishable and same-old spy stuff racing to a seen-it, been-there ticking-clock finale.
Everything looks great on paper here: Damon’s brawny presence; the smartly staged action, etc. And it’s not unfun. But it feels less black ops than old hat.
Guy Ritchie’s spy-themed GQ fashion shoot. Pure popcorn nonsense, sleek and chic and vaguely funny, but instantly forgettable.
Does some wonderfully seditious feminist things while also being funny as hell. Finally, we are asked to laugh with Melissa McCarthy, not at her.
As a parody of Italian cinema, it’s tedious. Except we’re supposed to be taking this seriously. As if.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…
There’s something ridiculously and deeply sad about what Eat Pray Love reveals about the deprived lives American women lead…
Hello, *sigh*! Enough of those “smart” romantic comedies that force down our throats the preposterous notions that women can be competent at work — sorta — without being idiots at everything else, or that men can ever be adults, or that humiliating old ladies and priests isn’t hilarious.
We all know how it is. You’d like to get out to see a new movie this weekend, but you neglected to study the conspiracy theories about the Vatican and secret medieval European societies and so you don’t know how to buy a ticket to that Tom Hanks movie. But you can have something close … more…