Red carpets, like the one that took place at Caesars Palace on Monday for the U.S. premiere of “Jason Bourne,” may look glamorous. They are not. They’re the worst.
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Four years ago, Bryshere “Yazz” Gray was fired from a Pizza Hut. Now, he’s spending hours in an on-set hot tub with Naomi Campbell before drying off and hustling to a recording studio to work with Timbaland. That’s the power of broadcast television.
In this era of #OscarsSoWhite, should moviegoers clamoring for diversity be satisfied when Hollywood offers them anything at all? Or is it too much to want those morsels to be better — terrific, even — so that they could actually find themselves in the mix for future Oscars?
One of the biggest drawbacks to adapting a series of books for the big screen, especially with the obligatory splitting of the final novel into two movies, is the lack of closure.
In case you’ve spent the past 24 hours holed up inside a Tauntaun, you’re well aware that tickets for “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” go on sale tonight after the trailer debuts during halftime of “Monday Night Football.”
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.
It’s only the second original movie from Disney/Pixar since 2009’s “Up” as the company found itself stuck in a rash of sequels. The wait, though, was certainly worth it.
In the hands of Emma Thompson, “Mary Poppins” author P.L. Travers is a spoonful of something, all right, but it sure ain’t sugar.
There are suspense thrillers that keep you on the edge of your seat, and there are suspense thrillers that make you recoil to the point that you’d burrow through the backrest if you could.
“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.