Mel Gibson, once again out to flaunt his gross displays of race and gender privilege.
“Repo’s” story kicks off from a glibly glum place.
“Empire” always more than a sequel; it was a second act.
Who needs subtlety when you’ve got a beggar who fights with an iron fan?
He was fun, charming and good-looking, but rather too used to having supermodels all around.
This very same independence would be praised in a man.
The stench of Catholic corruption clings to every frame of “Rec 2.”
Every element of sight and sound works in harmony to cast thousands into personal raves at the earliest of hours.
In the dark, all you can do is remember and smile.
“Four Lions” resembles an episode of “Citizen Smith” – as if Paul Greengrass directed it.