Reviews

The phoniness of “Palm Springs” feels like painting a patio blue and calling it a pool, and then being dumb enough to jump in. I’m absolutely baffled by the love for this movie.

Reminiscent of everything and better than nothing, “Artemis Fowl” is like a writer was asked to create “Jupiter Ascending” for kids but make the main character Batman’s nephew or Harry Potter’s cousin or something and watch five minutes of “Lord of the Rings” and “Mission: Impossible III” while you’re typing and please have the script on my desk in like an hour, K?

Challenges both viewers and its characters to feel, think and listen at the same time, something that’s easier said than done in reality and a rarity on screen.

Quotable this is not, unless you plan to drop “Let’s go sex nuts” into conversation.

As underwhelming as its predecessor was impressive.

How devastating for a movie that is meant to be topical to feel like it has been on the shelf for a while.

A more daring movie might have strived to really rock the foundation of this central relationship and see what shakes loose as a result.

Feels exhausting before the body count even begins.

A whirlwind of adult conversation and financial frustration, all very much existing amid the racial politics of a nation in which Donald Trump is the president and a professional sports organization in which most of the players are black and nearly none of the owners are.

A few scorchers top a somewhat underwhelming year.

All “what” and no “how” or “why,” “Vice” is the most disappointing movie in I don’t know how long. Man, I cannot believe how bad it is.

“Some things may be interesting,” Hart says in his speech announcing the end to his campaign, “but that doesn’t mean they’re important.” The movie about him approaches something important and refuses to be interesting.