AMC abandoned its original moniker, American Movie Classics, long before it started churning out some of TV’s finest dramas.
Christopher Lawrence
Christopher Lawrence is the movie critic for the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
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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.
“Jurassic World” combines enough nostalgia, technical wizardry and nonsensically thrilling moments to make fans of the original feel like kids again. Although those kids probably shouldn’t be seeing “Jurassic World” in the first place, because, nightmares.
Granted, I’m not exactly the movie’s target audience, because I have both a Y chromosome and a healthy respect for women. But sitting through “Fifty Shades of Grey” is like watching paint dry. And then watching that paint get spanked.
“Still Alice,” the last of the contenders in the big six Oscar categories to hit Las Vegas, opens Friday. You can also catch the eight best-picture nominees for one price at the South Point and Town Square.
The trailers cut up the movie’s one scene of warfare (in which Moses and Ramses defeat the Hittites at the Battle of Kadesh), Ramses’ pursuit of the Hebrews and the parting of the Red Sea (portrayed with more tornadoes than ever before) to make the biblical tale look downright action-packed. It isn’t.
The “Father’s Day Bond-A-Thon,” a full day of 007 movies, kicks off Sunday morning on EPIX.
For the 2014-15 TV season, the network has announced five new dramas, four new comedies, two new event series and a bonkers new reality series that will strand its contestants in the wilderness for a year.
The anticipated remake of “RoboCop” is technically better than the 1987 film, but the fun is gone as it stuggles with ethics.
For a movie that’s all about literally going home again, “The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug” is further proof of just how hard it is to do so figuratively.
Criss Angel is a riddle wrapped in a scoop-necked leather shirt (or maybe it’s a jacket) seated on a throne.
Given the game’s inherent poetry, it’s nearly impossible to make a bad baseball movie.
