Reviews

Clueless about love, weird about sex and dumb about movies.

Highly quotable and rather forgettable is better than most.

Seems to think TBT means totally, bafflingly terrible.

Few romantic comedies are as obnoxiously erratic.

A social examination of how teams function -- while also warping coming-of-age into addiction and persistence into body horror.

Treats sensible human behavior as a foreign language it doesn’t speak.

If it’s neither fun nor searing, even those iconic pointy ears might struggle to hear the point.

Causes more discomfort, not less.

Whether or not this is a good movie should be the new, "What color is this dress?"

The first time that depth eludes a filmmaker so skilled at merging entertainment with emotional weight.

The cinematic equivalent of waiting for your bread to toast, only to realize hours later you forgot to plug in the damn thing.

A really good movie you can recommend to almost no one.

Hardly an enlightened examination of modern manhood.

More likely to furrow the brow than flutter the heart.

Proof once again that director Steven Soderbergh is both fantastic at delivering crisp, efficient work but also that he's better when given time to find depth and surprise.

Once again, Clooney has delivered a movie that you will see and shrug and eventually not be entirely sure if you actually did see it when you stream it for five minutes, then doze off.

All chemistry, no clarity.

A powerful exploration of brief terror converted into an open wound.

Perhaps a biopic in which an announcer utters the line, “The Warriors have barfed their way into the championship” is less about accuracy and depth than projecting something noxious as far as it possibly can.