Tagged Nick Rogers

Quiet, elegantly composed and kindhearted — one of the year's best.

Effortlessly congenial, casual and chummy sports comedy.

A mostly moribund misfire for the franchise.

Long and dumb, with a real feel of infinity.

Dumbly humdrum but mercifully brief sci-fi noir.

A small part of you will die along with the comedy.

Grindhouse glee mixed with generic disappointment.

More engaging misery business than most of its ilk, but still bogged down by bombast.

Nick offers his take on a Star Wars film that's fine to fly casual.

Stump-dumb nonsense ... but dopily entertaining and surprisingly thoughtful.