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.
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.
“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.
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.
