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.
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Bored. Just bored. That’s the best way to describe sitting through “SPECTRE,” the butt-numbing extension of “Skyfall” that plods along ground so familiar, it’s easy to see how Daniel Craig could have grown tired of playing James Bond.
As a movie, “Diamonds Are Forever” is mediocre at best. Based on critics’ scores, Rotten Tomatoes ranks it as the 16th best of the 23 official James Bond movies leading up to Friday’s release of “SPECTRE.” (“Dr. No” finished first, “A View to a Kill” last.)
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.”
Children tearfully watch filmstrips about how their best chance to survive a nuclear attack is to “duck and cover.” James Donovan (Tom Hanks) looks on in horror as Berliners are gunned down trying to clamber over the newly constructed wall. At one point, shots are fired into his New York home.
It’s a little-known fact of film criticism: Saturday morning screenings are almost universally awful.
You wanna win the war on drugs? Find a way to get each cartel boss alone in a room, then have Benicio Del Toro glare at him. It won’t be long before the world’s supply of illicit substances dwindles to whatever weed Seth Rogen happens to be holding.
Space travel + ’70s-era radio hits = awesomeness.
Not long into “Black Mass,” director Scott Cooper’s grim tale of Boston mobster James “Whitey” Bulger and his dealings with the FBI, I started trying to guess the fate of each new character as part of a game I called “Whacked or Not Whacked.” Spoiler alert: The result was usually Whacked.
To the surprise of almost no one, M. Night Shyamalan has made 80, maybe 85 percent of an entertaining movie.