Patchwork comedy is delightful and the zany 3D antics are enough to stuff the face of any passionate child fanbase
Planes is as lifeless and soulless a manufactured product as those issued during Michael Eisner's Disney tenure in the 2000s.
Khumba is suitably gorgeous, breathing life into rarely (if ever?) animated Southern Africa landscapes.
Run lacks inherent discipline, eager to spin for show or slow motion lenses, yet unwilling to put forth the set up hours to prove captivating in action.
Ryan Reynolds is R.I.P.D.'s downfall, a magnet for exposition as an underperforming rookie.
Wolverine turns second tier, displaced as he inadvertently becomes tied up in a criminally vintage “damsel in distress” narrative.
Both pieces struggle for relevance and narrative cohesion.
Calling the film Turbo is disingenuous.
This Superman is not saving us so much as he saving us from ourselves.
Monsters University pulls away unscathed, a sterling follow-up which charms the charmers with charming charm charm
Jumper is missing reasons, things which define its fictional play space.
Oz is a dream, and it is a travesty we seem fearful to do so anymore.