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More Proof That the Jurassic World Franchise Desperately Needs to Be Stomped Out
The latest uninspired sequel seems to exist only to extensively rehash what’s come before and tease what’s ahead.
By Todd Jorgenson
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The Eye-Rolling Only Living Boy in New York Needs to Hit the Books
The latest example of aristocratic New Yorkers lamenting about failed relationships doesn’t do justice to Woody Allen or Simon & Garfunkel.
By Todd Jorgenson
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The Once and Hopefully Never Again King Arthur
Guy Ritchie's take on Camelot is so ridiculous it has potential to be cheesy bad fun, but is mostly just bad.
By Alex Macon
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You Might Know a Guy Like Wilson, But You Don’t Have to Like Him
This comedy wallows in the middle-aged misanthropy of its title character, who discovers a soft side beneath his hardened shell of resentment and hostility.
By Todd Jorgenson
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Grey Matter: Throwing Shade on This Tame Sequel
Functioning as a showcase for various sexual props and positions that aims below the belt, it feels like nothing more than an elaborate tease.
By Todd Jorgenson
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Mourn the Waste of a Great Cast in Sappy Collateral Beauty
This contrived ensemble drama about overcoming personal obstacles wallows in sentimentality at the expense of emotional authenticity.
By Todd Jorgenson
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Spy Game: Keeping Up With the Joneses Doesn’t Take Much Effort
In this uninspired suburban satire, you keep waiting for something, anything, significant to happen contrary to expectations, but it never does.
By Todd Jorgenson
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Attention Innocent Moviegoers: Don’t Let Masterminds Rob You
This lackluster comedy about a true-life massive 1997 heist of more than $17 million from an armored truck is more obnoxious than endearing.
By Todd Jorgenson
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Moviegoers Can Feel McConaughey’s Depression in Sea of Trees
The latest effort from director Gus Van Sant is a muddled and relentlessly downbeat examination of marriage and mortality that’s more pretentious than profound.
By Todd Jorgenson
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No Wonder: New Adventure for Alice is All Style, No Substance
The hollow new film feels like an inferior replica of its predecessor in just about every way, again emphasizing spectacle over storytelling in a way that rarely captures the spirit of the original text.
By Todd Jorgenson