You know you've aged out of the target demographic for "We Are Your Friends" when during the triumphant pool party to christen the house up-and-coming DJ Cole Carter rents with his buddies all you can think about are their poor neighbors and whether those homeowners will have some sort of recourse through their HOA.
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When it comes to filming in Las Vegas, the choice of hotels can be pretty random.
The action-comedy "American Ultra," equal parts gonzo and ganja, is a breath of fresh, albeit smoky, air.
As titles go, "Fear the Walking Dead" isn't just underwhelming, it's a little deceptive. Then again, "Expressing a Feeling That Begins as Mild Curiosity but Eventually Grows to Encompass a Moderate Amount of Concern About the Walking Dead" doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.
Every sensible executive in Hollywood should have laughed Guy Ritchie out of the room.
Despite years of rumors and speculation, Las Vegas never got its own screaming, slapping, Champagne-flinging "Housewives" spinoff. Instead, we're getting the screamier, slappier, Champagne-flingier "Hotwives" spinoff.
Subtlety was never CineVegas' forte. Exclusive parties, star-studded red carpets and an eclectic mix of films, sure. Taking over the Palms at the height of its Palms-iness, CineVegas created an atmosphere where George Clooney could fly in for a premiere and leave with a yearlong relationship with a cocktail server.
"Irrational Man" continues a summer of miscastings for the talented, likable actress. But while Woody Allen's latest plays to exactly zero of Stone's strengths, unlike Crowe, he at least had the good sense to not ask her to play a quarter-Hawaiian, quarter-Chinese woman named Allison Ng.
What did Tom Cruise ever do to the "Mission: Impossible" movies? They've already hung him by his fingertips from the rock faces of Utah's Dead Horse Point and left him dangling high above the streets of Dubai outside the world's tallest building
Ethan Hunt is the LeBron James of action heroes: He gets the job done no matter how much dead weight is on his team.
Jake Gyllenhaal is tremendous in the boxing tale "Southpaw." The movie? Not so much. It's the best performance I've seen in a bad movie since Julianne Moore won an Oscar for "Still Alice."
Eight bits isn't just the style of the video games celebrated in "Pixels"; it's also roughly how much you should pay to see it.
In an era of high-profile musical residencies and six-figure nightly payouts to the world's top DJs, it's easy to forget that Las Vegas once was the place where entertainment careers went to die.
Good things come in small packages. "Ant-Man" isn‘t one of them. That‘s not entirely fair, as there‘s a decent amount of fun to be had in the story of a scientist who hires a cat burglar to steal back his most prized invention.
If other networks and cable channels seem like businesses — CBS, for instance, comes across like a procedural factory, cranking out the same series, over and over, with different casts — FX feels more like a family.
The native Las Vegan is never mentioned in the HBO tennis mockumentary “7 Days in Hell.” But the spiky blond mullet and denim shorts sported by Aaron Williams, Andy Samberg’s “bad boy of tennis” character, are unmistakable.
If Steve Carell had grown tired of voicing Gru or were demanding too much money to continue, you could understand why Universal would want to give the bumbling, mumbling critters their own movie.
The CW’s “Penn & Teller: Fool Us” is a bit of a reappearing act for the Rio headliners and “Sharknado 3” co-stars.
The only way to more perfectly deliver exactly what its fans want would be to re-release it, unrated and in 3-D. As a movie, though, the nearly two hours of gyrating man candy is awful. Atrocious even.
With “Terminator Genisys” opening July 1, here’s your A-to-Z guide to the first four movies in the “Terminator” franchise.
The sequel is part buddy comedy, part road trip, part courtroom drama and part goofy action spectacle. But none of the genres is given the time to be sufficiently, satisfyingly explored, despite the movie’s way-too-long 115-minute running time.
It’s only the second original movie from Disney/Pixar since 2009’s “Up” as the company found itself stuck in a rash of sequels. The wait, though, was certainly worth it.
“Jurassic World” combines enough nostalgia, technical wizardry and nonsensically thrilling moments to make fans of the original feel like kids again. Although those kids probably shouldn’t be seeing “Jurassic World” in the first place, because, nightmares.
Credit writer-director Paul Feig for realizing that the best way to give McCarthy’s film career a shot in the arm would be an espionage comedy in which several people get shot in the arm.
While The Stones continue to sound relevant and most of The Beatles’ songbook still flows perfectly out of Paul McCartney, there’s something inherently creepy about a bunch of septuagenarians singing about teenage girls in bikinis.
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