Thankfully, director Peter Jackson saved the best for last, because the greatest thing about the first two installments of his “Hobbit” trilogy was the menu they inspired at Denny’s.
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I hate sounding like a literary snob, especially considering how infrequently I read. But when it comes to “Exodus: Gods and Kings,” which chronicles Moses’ leading 400,000 of his fellow Hebrews out of captivity, the book was better.
If any romanticized notions of frontier life survived this summer’s “A Million Ways to Die in the West,” they die with their boots on in “The Homesman.”
Even as a child, I knew the world contained a vast array of swear words, each with its own subtle nuance.
The latest chapter in the Katniss Everdeen saga is, by necessity, a very different movie from the first two installments. But much of “The Hunger Games: Mockingjay — Part 1” is so bleak, it makes the days when the blockbuster franchise was just about teens and tweens forced to slaughter each other seem positively carefree.
Gun to my head, I couldn’t tell you what Freddie Mercury was singing about in “Bohemian Rhapsody,” but I still like the song.
“Nightcrawler” may be the fall’s ultimate Rorschach test.
If there’s one criticism of “St. Vincent,” the dark comedy in which a timid 12-year-old boy (Jaeden Lieberher) strikes up an odd friendship with the curmudgeonly misanthrope (Bill Murray) who lives next door, it’s that anyone who’s ever seen a movie has a pretty good idea where it’s going to end up.
Is it fair to knock a movie for a flaw you didn’t realize was there?
Believe it or not, there are some unpleasantries involved in watching movies for a living.
Of all the books I’ve never read, I’m perhaps most glad to have avoided Gillian Flynn’s “Gone Girl.”
Was anyone out there clamoring for a remake of “The Equalizer”?
Growing up, I must have seen “High School U.S.A.” a half-dozen times.
“The Drop” will be remembered as the final onscreen appearance of the late, great James Gandolfini.
The world is a cold, cruel place for the women of “The November Man.”
“The Giver” takes place in a world without memories.
After everything we’ve witnessed as a nation over the past year, does Hollywood really expect us to be interested in a movie about a bunch of tornadoes that inexplicably, frustratingly don’t contain a single shark?
Oh, “Guardians of the Galaxy.” You had me at “ooga chaka ooga ooga.”
An ordinary young woman is given extraordinary powers when she ingests too much of a designer drug.
During the annual 12-hour nightmare known as The Purge, virtually every crime known to man is legal.
Oh, sure, they’re adorable when they’re little, wearing tiny outfits, learning sign language and scampering about the house like itty-bitty Parkour experts.
At this rate, we’re probably only a couple of movies away from seeing Melissa McCarthy play a feral clump of sweatpants and greasy hair, living under a bridge and scaring small children.
You’re reading this because Paramount wouldn’t show me “Transformers: Age of Extinction.”
In “Think Like a Man Too,” Friday’s other big release, one of the characters suggests that, instead of a wild bachelor party, everyone should make better use of the Las Vegas Strip and just go see “Jersey Boys.”
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