Timothy Olyphant

A seriously guilty pleasure aimed squarely at teen boys and sexual Peter Pans.

Disappointingly generic...slips into last place in the series.

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

Justified shares Leonard's love of character, dialogue, and situation drama, and nicely evokes its master's voice.

No creative inspiration gets in the way of the beautiful people running and jumping and kissing while things go boom in the forgettable teen sci-fi actioner I Am Number Four.

Justified remains one of the most satisfying hours on television, creating a illusion of the social margins of Southern life that's convincing enough that we want to believe in it.

A movie so far up its own posterior that it includes the threatening exchange 'They made a womb float for Mother’s Day?' 'I can’t wait to see what they do for Father’s Day!' Well, I can.

Born on the Fourth of July for millennials...Stone effectively streamlines Snowden’s story for mass consumption, edification, and identification.

Content finally joined by the movie gods to form—for at last, the moving-picture magpie has lighted on Hollywood as his setting and, in no small part, his subject.