A real-life princess from Hawaii (pre-statehood) was an important part of both Hawaiian and American history but this princess does not deserve her tiara.
Queen Latifah singlehandedly keeps afloat an inane and manipulative story about a woman fascinated by basketball, and her friend who is fascinated by basketball players.
Nope, it’s not about the latest radioactivity-enhanced monster causing Japanese citizenry to scream and scatter. It’s a tale of the Japanese love of bugs. And it’s got good buzz.
Matt Helm meets Maxwell Smart meets James Bond in this French, sixties-style, spy parody that is occasionally funny but mostly painfully stupid.
Director Jon Favreau’s light touch and Robert Downey Jr.’s gift with a wisecrack continue to make this superhero franchise good, noisy fun.
Rodrigo Garcia’s latest homage to women is competent in every way but left me with a feeling of who cares. Women may adore it, though, so buy your movie tickets accordingly.
The makers of this franchise reboot had the opportunity to strip the story down to its original components, explore what made it a compelling tale in the first place, and restore Freddy Kruger to his rightful place in our darkest dreams. That opportunity is sadly squandered.
Nicole Holofcener’s new tale of angst and misbehavior lacks the pizzazz of her previous efforts. What gives?
A mad scientist is looking to create a new form of life and you will never see a more weird, chilling, and uncomfortably funny thing in your life.
Michael Caine channels Charles Bronson in this frenetically paced British crime flick that could have used a breather. Still, it’s fun rooting for the old codger.
