Giovanni Ribisi

Flatly retells a high-concept Boy's Life adventure story that's hard to break, but easy to bleed of its significance.

By the time the big finish rolls around, you'll be too jaded-too worn-down by the endless, pointless red herrings--to muster an interest in whodunnit.

There's an underlying, unifying power and credibility to Moncrieff's cumulative assertion that degradation is expected of too many women, and too often expected by themselves.

Gallo's self-consciously overstated direction feeds the impression that he's trying to remake Goodfellas...can we all agree by now that the use of 'Sympathy for the Devil' in crime pictures ought to be outlawed?

If you yearn to be treated like an eight-year-old, this R-rated kids movie for adults—the very opposite of Judd Apatow’s wave of 'time to grow up' comedies— is all yours.

The sheer bulk of talent involved (top-tier technicians and designers included) turns out to be a case of water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

Within spitting distance of good...lesser than the sum of its parts due to deficits of ambition, invention and commitment.

Selma is wet paint Americans (especially young ones) had probably best watch dry, as we remember the past and contemplate where the country goes from here.