
21 Bridges movie review: roads to nowhere
Bland, predictable cop and crime clichés lacking all urgency and any of the claustrophobia that should come from its high-concept premise. Shutting down Manhattan has zero impact on anything here.

Bland, predictable cop and crime clichés lacking all urgency and any of the claustrophobia that should come from its high-concept premise. Shutting down Manhattan has zero impact on anything here.

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.

Acknowledges the powerful fraternity of soldiers without being jingoistic, and depicts the intensity and adrenaline of a battlefield without being pornographic.
Pretty much the dullest alien invasion movie ever, featuring an uninteresting incursion by nondescript aliens doing boring things and not even blowing shit up in exciting new ways.
Disney figured we were all dying to see a John Carter origin story. Were we? Or maybe only Hollywood is obsessed with origin stories, and we’re just along for the ride?
This dreary Disneyfied inconsequence features all the bigotries of century-old pulp fiction and none of the romance, neither the sexual nor the adventurous kind…
Shhh! Don’t say John Carter of Mars! He’s not of Mars, okay?
You have slightly more than a year to prepare your heart and soul for the onslaught of Battleship, the $200 million flick based on the Milton Bradley board game, coming to a theater near you May 2012. In the interests of preventing your head from exploding out of sheer awesome overload once the film arrives, I am proud to inoculate you with a snippet from a scene, supplied to me by many Bothan spies who gave their lives to get me this…