Wildly overwrought portrait of four college buddies reunited for a weekend of drug-fueled debauchery and soul searching. Like a drunken evening, there are some good moments but it’s not worth it in the end.
A David Cronenberg movie about Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung isn’t nearly as kinky as you’d think. It’s more of an early 1900s “Fatal Attraction” – albeit an extremely literate one.
If Martin Scorsese is going to do a family-friendly film in 3D, it should be no surprise that it turns out to be a visually stunning (if ponderous and over-long) tribute to nothing short of the invention of cinema.
As overrun with special effects as its predecessor, this sequel (disguised as a prequel) is also every bit as creepy.
This ambitious comedy may appear benign on the surface but it’s likely to stay with you and develop into something more than you might have thought. And in this case that’s a good thing.
This paranoia-fest is, at its heart, a straightforward ticking-clock thriller. And it generates about all the suspense you can hope for from a movie with a faceless, microscopic antagonist.
How could this movie be so unconscionably bad – so inept in every way – that it actually makes "Jaws: The Revenge" redeemable?
This old school monster movie from producer Guillermo del Toro is well-shot and well-acted, but its creatures, like its title, are frightfully innocuous.
A misfire in every way, this franchise reboot is a noisy, incomprehensible mess of a film that almost makes worse use of the character than it does of the 3D technology.
If you’re looking for a prequel to the "Planet of the Apes" franchise, you’re not going to do much better than this one.
