An ordinary young woman is given extraordinary powers when she ingests too much of a designer drug.
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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.
Apparently, every ounce of innocent, sweet-natured joy that made 2011’s “The Muppets” such a whimsical burst of nostalgia can be traced back to one person.
Since it’s based on the long-running series of video games, the makers of “Need for Speed” were stuck with the title. Yet speed is the one thing the movie doesn’t lack.
The mystery surrounding 17th century Dutch artist Johannes Vermeer’s use of light and how he was able to produce such photorealistic paintings has baffled art historians for centuries.
If the 1996 comedy “Multiplicity” taught us anything, other than moviegoers preferred Michael Keaton in smaller doses, it’s that a copy is infinitely inferior to the original.
You’ll never see Tiger Woods leave the PGA Tour to spend his days playing putt-putt.
You might think the marketing campaign for a movie called “In Secret” would play things a little close to the vest.
From Coke to Bruce Jenner’s face, there are decades of proof that newer doesn’t mean better.
I said there was a Society of Men among us, bred up from their Youth in the Art of proving by words multiplied for the Purpose, that White is Black, and Black is White, according as they are paid. To this Society all the rest of the People are Slaves.
You expect something called “The Lego Movie” to sell toys. You just don’t expect it to do so while offering up a subversive indictment of mindless consumerism.