Of all the books I’ve never read, I’m perhaps most glad to have avoided Gillian Flynn’s “Gone Girl.”
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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.”
“22 Jump Street” doesn’t exactly break the fourth wall.
Pity the old-timer who, after seeing the posters and only half-watching the commercials, buys a ticket for “A Million Ways to Die in the West” without even a passing awareness of its co-writer, director and star, Seth MacFarlane.
Now that’s how you make a summer blockbuster!
Opponents of the Yucca Mountain nuclear waste repository may have their most convincing argument yet: “Godzilla.”
Every few years, something so jarring, so very traumatizing occurs that it shakes a wide swath of America to its very core and causes many of us to re-evaluate everything we thought we knew about the world.
For a movie about three intelligent women — well, two intelligent women and an amiable assemblage of curves played by model Kate Upton — “The Other Woman” is disappointingly, disturbingly dumb.
Although it never really moves beyond anything you’ve seen before, there’s a very good reason to plunk down your hard-earned money to see “Transcendence”: Johnny Depp sheds all of his quirks and affectations.
Kevin Costner has made great sports movies (“Bull Durham” and “Field of Dreams”).
The greatest praise you can heap on “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” is that it doesn’t just work as a superhero movie. It works as a movie.
Prepare to be transported to an era when staying in a hotel was considered exotic, romantic, even something of an adventure, and not just another sleepless night because you can’t stop worrying about the potential for bedbugs or who did what to whom on that bedspread that keeps brushing up against your lower lip.