Demian Bichir

A complex production mounted, with confidence and a scrupulous eye for detail, by one of our great American filmmakers.

Oliver Stone, bless ’im, still believes in red-meat cinema.

The meeting of McCarthy's stinging zingers and Bullock's practiced exasperation almost justifies The Heat, but it's more of a lob than a fastball.

[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...