The second installment of Peter Jackson's interminable trilogy proves, again, that more is less.
A critic responds to his critics, and unpacks the worst scene in the movie
The movie knows little—and cares less—about how people fall in love.
The second installment of the franchise is a substantial improvement over the first.
Reading is good. Nazis are bad.
Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston elevate the peculiar sci-fi/fantasy hybrid above the original.
Director Steve McQueen's stunning new film is likely to prove the best of the year.
Director Paul Greengrass's piracy tale is riveting, even if (unlike me) you can ignore the current parallels.
Despite some rough patches in the script, Alfonso Cuaron's film is a visual wonder.
The best thing about Ron Howard's latest film may be that it knows what it is.
Missing fingers, Christmas, a Hispanic Scott Baio—director Shane Black proves that imitation is the sincerest form of self-flattery.
Debuting this week, Joss Whedon's Avengers spinoff aims high.
Or perhaps both? The well-wrought serial killer film starring Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal defies easy categorization.
With a PG brain and a NC-17 body count, the Luc Besson-directed De Niro vehicle is a cinematic Frankenstein.
The French romantic comedy about typewriting offers an innocent antidote to Mad Men.
Brie Larson is stunning in the indie film about a facility for troubled teens.
The dim, childish Selena Gomez vehicle may be the summer's worst movie.
The final installment of Edgar Wright's Cornetto trilogy is a worthy successor to Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz.
The new film from District 9 director Neill Blomkamp boasts stunning visuals, but the plot leaves much to be desired.
Yes, this is the point in the summer when I outsource my critical judgment to my kids. Plus: bonus Smurfs coverage.