I’ve been engaged by 30-second commercials for schmaltzy Hallmark Channel love stories more deeply.
Triple Frontier is reminiscent of 1999’s Three Kings, but without the humor or the thought-out plot.
This curious, unexpected story had me in its grasp… before dropping me like a bad habit.
Hart and Cranston are flawlessly cast, and I’d love to see more of their chemistry.
This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
It’s exactly the film that May and Taylor wanted, and it’s a complete bore.
A tedious experience that made me cringe more than applaud or smile.
First Man attempts to bring color to a man who embodied the dull grays of the very surface to which he will forever be anchored.
Leans more toward unintentional comedy than summer blockbuster disaster movie.
It holds the tension with the empathy and effectiveness of a large metal vise.