I’ll put it this way for parents: During this time of epic isolation, Trolls 2 should buy you just enough time to enjoy two El Presidente margaritas.
Todd Wofford
The good news is that babbling drunk is really the only way to survive the rest of the movie. If you still wish to proceed, then grab a fifth of Mezcal and consider yourselves warned.
A sumptuous soufflé, rich in flavor and meticulous in its crafting, devotees of the source material will no doubt find this to be a pleasing two-hour experience.
It’s difficult to type the words, almost like my fingers have been frozen in amber: This cinematic Sonic ain’t…half…bad.
Demanding times call for undemanding movies. We need something goofier than all get-out right now.
This week, the gang gets back together–albeit remotely. We talk about what we’re watching in our collective isolation, and what’s in our upcoming queues.
In trying to be something to everybody, The Hunt ends up being not enough of anything to anyone.
You’re right to have doubts. I’ve had them, too. But let’s go back and take a look at From Justin to Kelly with new eyes.
Unfortunately, once you see this calamity, it will seep into your brain like tomato sauce into tupperware–permanently stained and ugly.
So, it’s just me. I’ll lay out a few movies from the last couple years you may have missed.
