Grieve not for Lara Croft's crippled emotions but for your time and money.
It's a cock-up, not a crack-up.
Michael Bay's glorious middle-finger to those who think he's the Antichrist.
A film with beautiful animation and a robust spirit.
Bad but, like junk food, deliciously so.
Completely disconnected from what suspense should be like.
Seamy, slow-burn energy and a dynamic turn from Kurt Russell.
Haunting, resonant and covered with a potent Southern Gothic chill.
An R-rated Disney sports movie with rap as the athletics of choice.
A miscalculated shift of Hannibal Lecter from deranged to defanged.
A PG-13, redcoat "Black Hawk Down" that careens toward a Hollywood ending.
Robin Williams' best performance is a precise, haunting balance of menace and pathos.