Ferrell & Co. sully fond childhood memories with an uninspired, vulgar adaptation of the 70s Saturday morning classic.
As forgettable as a night of hard drinking, this frat-level comedy is good for a few laughs but never quite gels.
Sam Raimi goes back to his horror roots with a wildly campy, jump-out-of-your-seat, gross-out, laugh-out-loud Grimm’s fairy tale come to life.
It may be lesser Pixar, but it’s still head and shoulders above other family films this year.
Ironically, this Wayans brothers send-up of the dance-movie genre shows little comic rhythm.
An exciting artist’s work is reduced to a very low-key and slow moving exercise that fails to capture the man’s spirit.
It’s mother-in-law vs. daughter-in-law, in this competent but ordinary British examination of the upper class in the early 20th century.
This ambitious redefinition of a franchise is also loud, clumsy and, in the end, doesn’t make much sense.
Along with the addition of Amy Adams as a spunky Amelia Earhart, moving the action to the Smithsonian (and ignoring any concerns about believability) brings this goofy sequel to life like a wax sculpture of Teddy Roosevelt.
It seems like yet another quirkfest straight out of Sundance, but it has a sneaky way of winning people over. You’ll see.
