Hot Tub Time Machine (review)

A tediously familiar collection of pointlessly crude moments drunk on their own cruelty and call it a movie. They should have titled it *Tucker Max to the Future* if they wanted folks to have an accurate idea of what they were in for…

Accepted movie review: course correction

Almost like a forgotten relic of the late 70s, early 80s, when even summer comedies came with a touch of social commentary and a bit of class consciousness — when they ate the rich instead of aspiring to be one of them.