Structurally, comparisons to 300 are dazzling in their sameness.
Lego Movie is inexplicably genius.
Predator is foremost an indestructible Schwarzenegger vehicle, casting the political Austrian for his mass and ability to shout, “Choppa.”
Walking would be less corrupted if Patchi began a choreographed Hakuna Matata dance routine backed by fireworks and a top hat clad T-Rex.
Character separation is lost in a rush of commonplace, square jawed anime design tropes
Skies fall, British locations are crushed, and Nine Realms are saved... even if we only see three.
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.
Disaster movie maven Irwin Allen would be astonished by this exhilarating display of cinematic wrath.
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.