Creativity is on display, and the film is quite beautiful, but it smacks of tired scripting that follows a direct path into the arms of cliches.
People Like Us has one job, this of course beyond dramatic entertainment: Being believable.
As a continuous run or individual spooks, it's a safe disc for the kids. You can pop it in near Halloween to keep the little ones quiet for a little while with minimal worries
War Horse might be the most artificial piece of cinema Steven Spielberg has ever made.
What it lacks in snappiness it makes up for with charms, or at least charms beyond those adorable kitten eyes.
Hollywood made a movie about Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots, and it's good. Really good. The Mayans were right; we're all screwed.
It's no secret The Help knows when to swell that majestic score or zoom on a tear.
The film has fun with itself, the writing self-aware and pushing past the vanilla, “Vampires exist?” conversations to plant itself into the thick of it.
I Am Number Four is banal fiction, dreadfully boring with its wide expanses of exposition, all needless given the simplicity.
Credit to Megamind for holding firm and delivering a couple of fun twists at the end, stuff that isn't easily seen beforehand.
We're too nice for a movie like this, or at least that's how we perceive ourselves in the movies
At the very least the series is ending on a high note, even if that note isn't quite as high as it once was.