For a blissfully exhausting, fast and furious 80 minutes, Reeves pays homage to 1950s giant monster classics while also imaginatively making the genre deviously his own.
Blade Runner is a brilliant amalgamation of sci-fi splendor and modern-day strum and drag, Scott melding it all into a poetic sensory symphony so spectacular it’s easy to see why the picture hasn’t lost a single bit of its timeless resonance.
Resident Evil: Extinction is an old-fashioned, soda-slurping, popcorn-munching, R-rated good time and, the last time I checked, the laws against that sort of thing happily registered between zero and none.
V for Vendetta is a bold, unflinching portrait of a world viewers might not want to look at too closely. It is a place where the sights and sounds are so harsh and hard they make some cringe and weep for all they’ve suffered and lost.
Not altogether shocking, Alien vs. Predator is an unreviewable motion picture.
Alien holds up as if it were made yesterday.