Zola movie review: speed bumps in the road trip
A deliciously badass style — part 70s grindhouse, part verité pseudo-documentary — and all-in performances are undermined by an exploitive gaze, and a combination of failed caper and failed satire.
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Live by Night movie review: criminal tedium
Commits the cardinal sin of cinema: it’s boring. Feels like two hours of highlights from a 20-episode miniseries that only hint at a rich story tapestry.
Magic Mike XXL movie review: crotch watch
A cringe-worthy jamboree of dimbulb manflesh that’s even more embarrassing than the first film. If you want a picture of the future, imagine Channing Tatum grinding his crotch in a human face, forever.
Magic Mike movie review: it’s got no clothes
A workplace bromantic comedy about men from a male POV: the workplace just happens to be a (male) strip club. Rather tame and rather dull, for a movie about guys taking their clothes off. Magic? No.
