At this point, it’s like being reunited with old friends. Old friends around whom you should never, under any circumstances, consume Jagermeister. Or marshmallows. Or pretty much any substance that could mask a powerful sedative.

After some exhilarating, genre-melting moments in director Baz Luhrmann’s wildly anachronistic take on “The Great Gatsby,” things settle down and more closely resemble F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic tale of love and loss amid the opulence of the roaring ’20s.

The only muscles they never exercised were their brains.

You don’t go to Tom Cruise movies to think.

Given the game’s inherent poetry, it’s nearly impossible to make a bad baseball movie.

Take away the woefully rudimentary computers, Laura Dern’s mom jeans and Samuel L. Jackson’s hair, and it has all the trappings of a modern blockbuster.

As franchises go, “G.I. Joe” was less a fixer-upper than the sort of thing you burn to the ground for the insurance money.

Of all of this year’s movies in which a lone hero is tasked with saving the president when a violent paramilitary group seizes the White House, “Olympus Has Fallen” is certainly one of them.

If Las Vegas can take a wide-eyed innocent, whose only crime was rocking a mullet well past its expiration date, and turn him into a raging, narcissistic jackhole, what hope is there for the rest of us?

It looks like a blockbuster. It feels like a blockbuster. On the set, it probably even smelled like a blockbuster.

Let’s face it, most viewers really only care about the big six — picture, director and the four acting categories — at tonight’s 85th Annual Academy Awards (5:30 p.m., KTNV-TV, Channel 13).

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He’s made a career out of portraying over-the-top characters, ranging from an ancient Egyptian king to the Tooth Fairy. But in “Snitch,” Dwayne Johnson is finally stymied by his most mundane role yet: an ordinary dad.

It seems almost quaint that there was a time when young lovers in the movies could be kept apart simply because one of them came from the wrong side of the tracks, practiced a different religion or, even though the town strictly forbade it, couldn’t stop dancing to Kenny Loggins music.