Channing Tatum

Gets by because it knows it's dorky. It's happily dorky. It's proudly dorky.

My, he's an uncouth roughneck, but perhaps, just perhaps I can mold his raw talent into the dance partner of my dreams!

The film teeters on the balance until arriving at its genuinely moving and depressingly honest final act.

True-crime story or romantic myth-making? This was the question I brought in to Michael Mann's Public Enemies...and, though seemingly an either-or proposition, the question still on my mind when I walked out.

Very nearly everything that's wrong with Hollywood, but darn if it won't give an action-hungry audience its money's worth. It's ridiculous, it's stoopid, and it puts its planes in the air like it just don't care.

Montiel and his collaborators can pat themselves on the back for elevating empty material just a bit, but this is disposable cinema, designed to hit and run after an opening weekend.

Like a couple of hours of channel-surfing among the Travel Channel, the History Channel and Discovery Health.

Finds Soderbergh keeping it simple, stupid, by filling the story's hollowness with kick-butt action and elements of style.

Purposely blurs the lines between the actors and their characters for 'meta' gags, but it doesn't change what the movie is: just another dumb sequel.

Quietly but firmly interprets the disturbing story of millionaire John du Pont through bifocal lenses of American dreaming and the sexual fantasies made accessible by wealth.

To the extent we still demand rich characters and sensible plotting, the Wachowskis' latest is a few planets short of a galaxy.

[A] general absence of something to say...Recycles the filmmaker’s own work: the leaner if no meaner dog-eat-dog plotting of Reservoir Dogs...and a roster of no-longer-shocking offenses...

In a way, the amusing, preposterous Hail, Caesar!, for all its arch postmodernism, becomes what it pastiches, resembling the kind of '50s film we can now watch and admire for a kind of cultural reflection without exactly considering it a success.

Soderbergh’s here to have fun, and his mood is contagious.

Bland... something of a thinker, even a subversive one, but it’s dubious that kids will pick up on the provocation between the pratfalls and the pop songs.