There’s a little something for everyone at the movies this summer. But, as usual, there’s a lot more out there — from superheroes to sequels to action spectacles — if you happen to be young(ish) and male.
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With “Ex Machina,” writer-director Alex Garland (“28 Days Later”) has crafted an intimate, wondrous, unsettling look at artificial intelligence.
Near the end of “Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2,” Kevin James’ titular security guard dangles precariously from a zip line strung between Encore and Wynn Las Vegas.
Despite taking place at Wynn Las Vegas, filming at Wynn Las Vegas and receiving $4.2 million in tax credits from the state for doing so, no one involved with “Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2” would talk about the movie for this column.
There’s awkward, and there’s AWKWARD. The difference between the two, between what can be hysterically funny and what can be cringe-inducingly tedious, is best illustrated by watching the FX comedies “Louie” (10:30 p.m. Thursday) and “The Comedians” (10 p.m. Thursday).
Sure, the whole thing makes zero sense. If it were possible to make negative sense, this latest sequel would do just that. But if nothing else, “Furious 7” gives fans exactly what they want.
With seven installments that have so far raked in nearly $2.4 billion, it’s one of the biggest franchises in movie history. It’s also one of the most convoluted.
As a statement on America’s racial divide, the movie is every bit as confusing and ineffective as Starbucks having its baristas write “Race Together” on your triple venti soy no foam latte.
Despite brief stops at Caesars Palace and Planet Hollywood Resort, most of the movie takes place in Naked City and the Golden Gate.
A British soldier (“Unbroken’s” Jack O’Connell) is trapped behind enemy lines in Belfast in the middle of vicious sectarian violence.
In addition to coming off like a more lifeless version of last fall’s Keanu Reeves vehicle “John Wick,” “Run All Night” feels a lot like every “Liam Neeson with a gun” movie — which is sadly becoming every Liam Neeson movie.
Queen Victoria wasn’t bad. And Queen Elizabeth I was a bit of a saucy minx back in her day. But the United Kingdom has never seen a true cleavage-baring sex bomb quite like Elizabeth Hurley’s Queen Helena in “The Royals” (10 p.m. Sunday, E!).
The sequel, which catches up with a group of British seniors living in India, is devoid of pretty much everything that made the original feel so, well, original.
“American Crime” is a compelling, thought-provoking new ABC drama from John Ridley, the Oscar-winning writer of “12 Years a Slave.” And, really, when was the last time you had a thought provoked by a network drama?
The con artist tale is witty, charming and so sexy it makes “Fifty Shades of Grey” feel like a two-hour cold shower. Well, technically “Fifty Shades of Grey” makes “Fifty Shades of Grey” feel like a two-hour cold shower, but I digress.
Apollo Robbins, credited as “con artist adviser/pickpocket design,” created 40 bits of thievery for the new Will Smith movie.
So you weren’t invited to be in the audience for the 87th Academy Awards (5:30 p.m. Sunday, KTNV-TV, Channel 13). That doesn’t mean you have to watch them from your couch in that ratty old bathrobe with your friends Ben & Jerry.
There’s a free-for-all set in a church that may be the most violent thing I’ve ever seen. Picture the craziest movie fight you can remember. Multiply it by any five minutes from “The Raid: Redemption.” Double that. And imagine Quentin Tarantino guest directed it. Then set it to some Skynyrd.
Granted, I’m not exactly the movie’s target audience, because I have both a Y chromosome and a healthy respect for women. But sitting through “Fifty Shades of Grey” is like watching paint dry. And then watching that paint get spanked.
“Still Alice,” the last of the contenders in the big six Oscar categories to hit Las Vegas, opens Friday. You can also catch the eight best-picture nominees for one price at the South Point and Town Square.
Last seen fleeing Albuquerque, N.M., in the penultimate episode, lawyer Saul Goodman (Bob Odenkirk) had a rather pragmatic view of what lay ahead: “If I’m lucky, in a month from now, best-case scenario, I’m managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.”
“A Most Violent Year,” the latest from buzzed-about writer-director J.C. Chandor (“Margin Call,” “All Is Lost”), is blessed with stirring, sit-up-and-take-notice performances by Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain.
“Puppy Bowl XI,” “Kitten Bowl II,” “Fish Bowl II” even an eight-hour marathon of Las Vegas’ own Property Brothers offer alternatives to the Seahawks-Patriots game.
If anything, this cheap, obvious and lazy thriller should leave you looking forward to the singer’s likely Las Vegas residency. After all, every day she’s performing on the Strip is another day she can’t be making movies like this one.
Having portrayed the male lead in his two most recent series, Henderson’s Thomas Dekker is enjoying life a little farther down the call sheet on Fox’s quirky detective dramedy “Backstrom.”
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