As a movie, the nearly two hours of gyrating man candy known as “Magic Mike XXL” is awful. Atrocious even.
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You can almost hear Seth MacFarlane trying to grow as a filmmaker during “Ted 2” — and not just because of the almost uncomfortable periods of audience silence that greeted sections of the sequel.
Not everyone could dream up a pink elephant with a cat’s tail and some dolphin parts who’s mostly made of cotton candy and whose tears take the form of sugary treats.
While nothing short of one of those “Men in Black” neuralyzers will make you forget the profound disappointments of the first two sequels, “Jurassic World” combines enough nostalgia, technical wizardry and nonsensically thrilling moments to make fans of the original feel like kids again.
Time hasn’t been kind to many of the Beach Boys’ early hits.
“San Andreas” is every bit as big, loud and ridiculous as anything you’ll see during this or any other summer. But what sets this bonkers earthquake extravaganza apart from similar bits of brain-dead escapism is the fact that its “hero” is extraordinarily selfish at best. At worst, he’s criminally negligent.
As movies loosely based on Disneyland attractions go, “Tomorrowland” is a far cry from the rollicking heights of the original “Pirates of the Caribbean.” Still, it’s worlds better than “The Haunted Mansion” and “The Country Bears.”
Odds are, when you hear the words “Mad Max,” you picture roving bands of psychopaths terrorizing the postapocalyptic hellscape in their souped-up war machines.
Early in “Hot Pursuit,” when the characters played by Reese Witherspoon and Sofia Vergara are on the run in a classic convertible, it’s easy to think of that iconic duo from “Thelma & Louise.”
With this many characters, it’s going to be tough to keep up with everything going on in “Avengers: Age of Ultron.”
Watching its protagonist, a filmmaker (Ben Stiller) who’s spent the past decade struggling to complete his latest effort, it’s hard not to think writer-director Noah Baumbach waited too long to release “While We’re Young.”
If you want to enjoy “Furious 7” — and by all rights you should; it’s a silly good time — you can’t question it, and you certainly can’t fight it. Much like a skid, your only hope is to steer into the lunacy.
As a statement on America’s racial divide, “Get Hard” is every bit as confusing and ineffective as Starbucks having its baristas write “Race Together” on your triple venti soy no foam latte.
It has all the trappings of a great action movie.
Stop me if this sounds familiar: Liam Neeson portrays a seasoned killer who wants a better relationship with his only child, so when bad guys come after that child, he won’t stop shooting people until the threat is eliminated.
The greatest thing that can be said about “The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” is that it’s once again cause for a long underserved segment of the moviegoing audience to enjoy a night — or, more likely, an afternoon — out.
The con artist tale “Focus” is witty, charming and so sexy it makes “Fifty Shades of Grey” feel like a two-hour cold shower.
We’re not even two months into 2015, and the new year already has yielded its own subgenre of films: the Kevin Costner Doesn’t Understand Minorities movie.
Guys, here’s the best possible advice I could give you for your Valentine’s weekend moviegoing:
In “Jupiter Ascending,” humans are harvested like crops, one planet at a time, so their cells can be used to rejuvenate the members of an intergalactic ruling class, allowing them to measure their life spans in millennia.
It’s the prestige film the awards season forgot.
Toward the end of “The Boy Next Door,” the toddler behind me started getting fussy.
Chris Kyle doesn’t deserve a movie. He deserves a monument.
You don’t watch “Inherent Vice,” writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson’s hippie-noir take on that confusing maelstrom between the end of the ’60s and the start of the ’70s, so much as you let it wash over you like the smell of patchouli.
Universal first tried to tell Louie Zamperini’s incredible life story in 1957, with Tony Curtis in line to portray the Olympian- turned-war hero.
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