The best thing about “Kidnap,” aside from its almost preposterously brief 82-minute running time? The car that the kidnappers use is an unmistakable Mustang hatchback beater that they’ve hilariously, misguidedly equipped with a front-end bra.
Regardless of whether you believe in climate change, you should be able to agree that the follow-up to Al Gore’s Oscar-winning 2006 documentary “An Inconvenient Truth” is arriving in theaters over a year too late.
Rob Lowe’s new show, “The Lowe Files,” in which he and his sons explore unsolved mysteries, is among the goofiest things you’ll see this year.
Despite Charlize Theron’s herculean efforts, “Atomic Blonde” mostly feels like a mash-up of every “Bourne” movie and VH1’s “I Love the ’80s.”
Don’t let the title fool you. The scares are scarce in “A Ghost Story,” and it’s all the better for it.
You’d swear no one had ever seen a woman kick a man’s butt.
Devoted may not be a strong enough word to describe some fans of demon-fighting brothers Sam and Dean Winchester.
Aside from Hall H, the longest lines Saturday were for the lottery for a chance to have a poster signed by the cast of a any number of movies and TV shows.
For attendees, this is the equivalent of the seventh game of the World Series. And the seventh game of the NBA Finals. Played during halftime of the Super Bowl. On Christmas morning.