Summer’s over. The kids are in school. It’s safe for grown-ups to come out of hiding.
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Roberto Duran was famously known for having hands of stone. But in the hands of writer-director Jonathan Jakubowicz, the legendary Panamanian boxer also has all the charisma of a bag of wet sand.
With its “Home Alone”-style house of horrors, “Don’t Breathe” almost never goes where you’d expect. And it’s exhilarating in the way it manages to keep topping itself with new levels of twistedness.
“War Dogs” isn’t your typical comedy from Todd Phillips. In many ways, it feels like his version of “The Big Short.”
“Ben-Hur” improves on the Charlton Heston classic in precisely one way: Even with a run time of more than two hours, it’s still a full 90 minutes shorter. That’s it.
There’s a boy named Pete. He has a dragon. And that’s pretty much where the similarities between this weekend’s “Pete’s Dragon” andthe 1977 original begin and end.
“Sausage Party” is so wrong, so go-for-broke insane, existing words aren’t enough to describe it. Shockrageous comes close. As does horristurbing.
I spent a recent Friday catching up on movies I’ve missed: Bryan Cranston’s “The Infiltrator,” “Star Trek Beyond,” “The Purge: Election Year,” “Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates,” “Bad Moms” and the social-media dare thriller “Nerve.”
It’s one of the year’s most-anticipated releases, and yet the general public knows almost nothing about the characters of the supervillain team in “Suicide Squad.”
Deep down, Samuel L. Jackson doesn’t care what credit card you use. No fast-food cheeseburger has ever looked in real life the way it does on TV. So why do we keep putting so much faith in commercials?