Woody Allen’s latest is a frothy, somewhat acid-laced, yet overall quite harmless, romantic trifle entitled Magic in the Moonlight. If only Magic in the Moonlight knew what to do with itself as it comes to its fully anticipated finale.
As silly as it is, as dumb as the majority of the film might be, this new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, directed by Jonathan Liebesman, produced by Michael Bay, is hardly a total waste of time.
Get On Up is a better overall movie than The Help. For director Tate Taylor, it is a massive step forward.
Guardians of the Galaxy takes the Marvel brand into new territories and does so with grandly entertaining brio, and even if all facets aren’t quite perfect they’re still strong enough to make this sci-fi adventure worthwhile.
And So It Goes is tolerable, nothing more (and thankfully nothing less), getting along as well as it does mainly because its two main stars are so agreeably pleasant.
Boyhood is remarkable stuff, filled with drama, intrigue, suspense, laughter, tears and all the rest that comes with that.
As a movie, as a self-contained story, as a narrative worth getting excited about and a spectacle that manages to make the blood race with electrifying magnetism, Hercules fails at virtually every turn. It’s plodding. It’s dramatically tedious. It’s unforgivably cliché.
Lucy takes familiar genre tropes found in science fiction, Asian action flicks and superhero origin stories and slyly turns them on their head, crafting a freewheeling satire that’s as inspired as it is loony.
I Origins is a beautiful treatise on self, human understanding, religion, science and most of all faith. It moves, shifts and evolves in naturalistic fastidiousness, everything building to a magnificent conclusion.