Tagged Nick Rogers

A quantitative body count with a qualitative goose egg.

A loud, limp, bargain-basement boom-boom.

A thriller wisely more interested in interrogating identity than suspects.

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.