You have to feel sorry for editor Derek Brechin who was probably given nothing but similar looking footage of Dwayne Johnson to sort out and make sense of.

“So horribly sad. How is it I feel like laughing?”

This is a departure for children’s films, where the movie grinds to a halt as the monsters display feelings.

The trailers completely avoid the fantastical elements of the plot, pieces that pull the viewer into space, the metaphysical, Mars, heaven, hell, and a library where portals are suddenly available.

To understand why The Informant! is amusing, with its unnecessary punctuated title, takes patience.

It is interesting to see a Halo franchise envisioned by those in another country, especially in one where the first-person shooter series never gained much of a following.

If he cannot control his time travel, how is it that he manages to show up to your wedding three times, at three different stages in his life?

A cameo by Matthew McConaughey minus one shirt would complete a full list of this genre’s modern contrivances.

Somewhere, between the awfully fake CG explosions, banal dialogue, and sluggish pacing, lies a version of Smokin’ Aces 2 that is not a total bore.

Whiteout, not named after the correctional liquid, is just one of those movies where things like killers trudging through snow dressed all in black happens.