“Elysium” is many things, but subtle isn’t one of them. Too bad, really, because otherwise, the grim, grimy tale from “District 9” writer-director Neill Blomkamp is a quite good — excellent by this summer’s standards — rough-and-tumble sci-fi tale of the haves vs. the have-nots.
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(Most) everyone’s favorite X-Men super hero, Wolverine, goes from self-punishing vagabond to master ninja fighter, but amazingly something is still missing.
“The Way, Way Back” feels like the ultimate summer movie... of 1983. No cities are leveled. No planets are ruined. The only thing that blows up is a relationship.
Oh, sure, it may sound stupid. Three fraternity brothers drag their nerdy friend (“Malcolm in the Middle’s” Frankie Muniz) to Las Vegas for spring break. They meet up with three sorority girls who’ve also dragged their nerdy friend to Las Vegas for spring break.
In these uncertain times, we all want bright futures for our children. The best thing you could do for them right now? Train little Bobby or Susie to dedicate months of their life to constructing elaborate digital cityscapes only to have them carelessly torn asunder. If this summer is any indication, they’ll never want for food.
The Lone Ranger is a spirit walker whose life can’t end in battle.
Mindlessness gets a bad rap.
“World War Z” could have been the Amanda Bynes of summer blockbusters.
It has the hallmarks of a failed Match.com date.
Why wouldn’t you just go to Canada for the night?
The first performance by the magic supergroup known as The Four Horsemen takes place inside the MGM Grand.
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).
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.