Unfriended chooses the easier, more generic supernatural route, and as such becomes simple to disconnect from and, in the long run, even easier to forget.

My chief suggestion here is to experience both That Man from Rio and Up to His Ears blind, with little to no information about either before doing so as the only thing a person truly needs is knowledge that these two Philippe de Broca directed stunners – both featuring a charismatically sexy Belmondo – are fairly close to perfect pieces of escapist entertainment.

Backcountry devours terror, chews it up and spits it back out at the audience as if it were a gourmet meal, all of which makes it a dinner I can’t wait to partake from again.

Kill Me Three Times is dead on arrival, and unfortunately it didn’t take 90 minutes of my life to figure that out.

While We’re Young might not showcase the director at his best, but that doesn’t make it any less worthwhile, the final destination a worthwhile venture even if some of the stops along the way aren’t worth visiting.

Furious 7 in almost all the ways that matter is every bit as entertaining as the three features that have preceded it.

As terrific as the performances from both Mirren and Reynolds are, I just can’t embrace Woman in Gold as fully as I’d honestly like to. Certainly not without its merits, the movie isn’t near as fulfilling or as captivating.

Whether undone by a script that’s too clever for its own good, direction that seems intent on smothering the proceedings in unnecessary bits of visual incoherence or a budget that’s just not up to the job of allowing things to be presented as they possibly could have been, [Ejecta] falls apart right from the start, making heads or tails out of any portion of it impossible.

Get Hard is an infuriating slog I’m more upset and repulsed by than I am anything else.