So you’ve hearing a slideshow of a 2011 Worst Movie’s Critics Poll, yet you direct even more venom over a awfulness of a past year? Well, afterwards this is a post for you: Read upon for a full bilious, cathartic explanation submitted by a 40 distinguished critics surveyed by Vulture. Who told Jason Reitman to “burn in self-satisfied abounding chairman hell” for Young Adult? And who pronounced Zookeeper “lacked a refinement as good as abyss of feeling which done Paul Blart: Mall Cop merely soul-crushingly horrendous”?
But first, a discerning note upon methodology for a poll: Each discuss of a film warranted which film a single point, with a reward indicate awarded any time a censor privately declared a film a comprehensive misfortune of a year. A couple compared with a critic’s name indicates which you pulled their picks from a formerly published list.
Thelma Adams, Yahoo! Movies
1. War Horse. Some people yowl over Steven Spielberg’s emotionally manipulative movie. It done me yowl for alternative reasons. And which telegraphing John Williams measure sent me in to a ruthless rage.
2. Martha Marcy May Marlene. This is a film which valid which Elizabeth is a Olsen half-sister who can act. Beyond that, it was all unequivocally pseudo, yet a awake discernment in to cult behavior. Give me Helter Skelter.
3. The Smurfs. Oh, smurf-off! Is zero sacred? you am un-curious blue. A unfortunate try to apart young kids from their money.
4. Green Lantern. Just carrying Ryan Reynolds in a skin-tight outfit is not enough. Okay, it’s scarcely sufficient yet a awake story really, unequivocally would have helped.
5. Transformers: Dark of a Moon. Noise pollution.
And whilst David Fincher’s The Girl With a Dragon Tattoo is not a year’s misfortune movie, it seems to me to be a many nonessential remake.
Melissa Anderson, Village Voice
Extremely Loud as good as Incredibly Close. The Worst Day, a Worst Child Actor.
I Don’t Know How She Does It. As silken as nipping pieces of potion (ceiling).
Like Crazy. Str8, unequivocally narrow.
Margin Call. A weepie for a a single percent.
New Year’s Eve. Garry Marshall ushers in a almighty hellfire likely by a Mayans.
Transformers: Dark of a Moon
Zach Baron, The Daily
Green Lantern. If People Magazine is to be believed, there have been in truth those who are willing to wait for 114 excruciatingly lifeless mins to watch Ryan Reynolds coax his damaged lighting device in to operative method yet alas, you am not a single of them.
Young Adult. Burn in self-satisfied abounding chairman hell, Jason Reitman.
Trespass. Kind of overwhelming actually, if you customarily fake this home invasion/mortgage “thriller” is essentially a documentary about Nicolas Cage’s unhappy real-life monetary situation. “I am a pull living on credit!” would have for a pleasant voice mail greeting, no?
Sucker Punch. One of an extraordinary dual sleep-rape fantasias starring Emily Browning in 2011. But during slightest Sleeping Beauty didn’t need Browning to wail an horrible cover of “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).”
Friends With Benefits. Not a single yet dual peep host scenes, as good as a travel artist uncritically declared after remarkable My Lai fight rapist Lieutenant William Calley. Not even a slut-shaming What’s Your Number? — in which Anna Faris was forced to wear an Anne Taylor pantsuit as good as fool around slip basketball opposite Chris Evans — was as excruciatingly isolated from simple tellurian reality.
Richard Brody, The New Yorker
Four stood out; a misfortune shall be first.
Hesher. Isn’t assault cute?
Submarine. Isn’t genius cute?
Beginners. Isn’t homosexuality cute?
War Horse. Ponderous banalities delivered similar to graven tablets from upon high.
Tom Charity, CNN
1. Sucker Punch
2. Extremely Loud as good as Incredibly Close
3. Cowboys as good as Aliens
4. Your Highness
5. The Beaver
The Human Centipede Part 2: Full Sequence
David Edelstein, New York
Arthur. Those dickey teeth … which falsetto abrade … Is there any a single some-more nauseating — any a single who could have us skip Dudley Moore some-more — than Russell Brand in his career-killing performance? I’d see Jack as good as Jill twice some-more rsther than than rewatch a first scene of this ghoulishly distressing remake, a misfortune film of a year. You notice you left Jack as good as Jill off my list since it’s as good easy. It was horrible yet there won’t be a bequest of awfulness in a wake, as there will be in all these alternative cases.
Shame. Watching Carey Mulligan solemnly woe “New York, New York” to death, you upheld a time essay my Opposite World review: “Mulligan strips divided a song’s rudimentary confidence as good as lays unclothed her distressing need for affirmation. Devastating!” Most waggish moment: Michael Fassbender’s wordless roar of despondency in mid-orgy.
Pirates of a Caribbean: On Stranger Tides. Endless, pointless, rudderless. You will not outlay a dual duller hours.
The Undefeated. A clamorous, two-hour hagiography/infomercial which opens with a array of trouble-maker celebrities creation coarse remarks about Sarah Palin followed by a shot of her as an radiant tiny lady in a church choir. Riotous! Then a film goes downhill.
Extremely Loud as good as Incredibly Close. It took me a whilst to strech a active loathsome stage, initial since you cried — it’s not easy to steel oneself opposite phone calls from a World Trade Center upon 9/11 — as good as second since you reputable (if didn’t utterly like) Jonathan Safran Foer’s novel, in which he attempts to couple his own residence pet themes to America’s misfortune militant attack. But in conclusion, this is a vomitous film regulating a mostly not pertinent story of a boy’s poke for his father’s final summary for presumable uplift. Yuck. Gross. Horrible.
Jim Emerson, Chicago Sun-Times
We Need to Talk About Kevin. you cruise myself advantageous which you no longer have to see (or review) many of a bad motion picture which customarily pass by a multiplexes any week upon their approach to subordinate markets. No Jack as good as Jill for me. I’ve regularly found bad comedies as good as bad “art house” motion picture to be a many upsetting to lay through, as good as What’s a Matter With Helen, Kevin? is a hoot, since it tries so very, unequivocally hard. I’m not certain what it’s perplexing to do, yet it unequivocally functions during it. Is it an unbearably catchy abhorrence film? A fun of “Bad Seed” motion picture in a extended impression of Mel Brooks? A fun of sixties Antonioni motion picture as illusory by Dario Argento? Another take upon Mommie Dearest? There’s a waggish Rosemary’s Baby black hiker for a immorality child, a pediatrician’s bureau with used motion picture of torpedo clowns, an complete wall of chopped tomatoes soup cans (hommage de Warhol?), tiny sis firm as good as gagged with garlands (“We’re personification Yuletide Kidnapping!”), a guinea pig as good as a rubbish disposal, William Tell archery use which you know cannot spin out good … as good as some-more red than Sugarpuss O’Shea’s bruise throat. (John C. Reilly daddy-comedy double-bill of a year: Kevin as good as Carnage.)
Owen Gleiberman, Entertainment Weekly
1. you Melt With You
2. Battle: Los Angeles
4. Another Earth
5. Bad Teacher
Ed Gonzales, Slant
1. The Human Centipede 2 (Full Sequence). Just when you suspicion it was protected to edge again.
2. Now & Later
3. My Week With Marilyn
4. The Hangover Part II
5. In a Better World
Tim Grierson, Screen International
1. Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star. From a executive of The Hot Chick. From a author of Gay Robot. And nonetheless someway still even worse than you could have imagined.
2. Zookeeper. Lacked a refinement as good as abyss of feeling which done Paul Blart: Mall Cop merely soul-crushingly horrendous.
3. Shark Night 3D. If you’re starting to name your run-down abhorrence film Shark Night 3D, greatfully have a good clarity to during slightest let it be R-rated.
4. No Strings Attached. Obnoxious, egotistic people merit to have overwhelming sex lives too, guys.
5. Just Go With It. Just somewhat some-more distressing than Jack as good as Jill. you think. I’m not starting to be behind as good as review ‘em.
Mark Holcomb, Village Voice
Bad Teacher/Horrible Bosses. Why is Hollywood perplexing to get me to code with sociopaths?
Paranormal Activity 3. The cinematic homogeneous of somebody explaining since a fun is funny. For a second time.
Incendies. I’m as receptive to pathos as good as tract twists as a subsequent person, yet Denis Villeneuve’s code of overblown, telenovela-style miserablism wore me out. Points for a good opening sequence, yet Radiohead deserves during slightest half a credit for that.
Restless. Every artist has a right to seashore once in a while, yet this was slipshod to a indicate of mockery.
Elektra Luxx. Sleazy serendipity: Carla Gugino was a semi-regular upon Californication final season, as good as this starring car (written as good as destined by her boyfriend, no less) is a kind of gauzy, pseudo-feminist porn paean Hank Moody competence prepare up.
The Girl With a Dragon Tattoo. Sodomy, She Wrote.
Glenn Kenny, MSN
1. I Am Number Four
Mark Kermode, BBC
1. New Year’s Eve
2. Film Socialisme
3. Transformers: Dark of a Moon
4. The Hangover Part II
5. The Dilemma
6. Love’s Kitchen
7. Sucker Punch
8. I Spit On Your Grave/Straw Dogs
9. Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence
10. Lion King 3D
Michael Koresky, Reverse Shot
1. Shame. Steve McQueen’s story of pursuit-of-sexual-gratification-as-stations-of-the-cross punished a vale bombard of a masculine lead (a too-game Michael Fassbender) as many as it flattered a assembly by creation them feel higher to him. Its commend isn’t mind-boggling customarily since it’s so obviously calibrated — in suave composition, self-serious measure — to have you consider you’re hearing something of import. It’s essentially childish, chastising, moralizing salivate so thespian it has a categorical impression literally groan upon his knees in front of a New York City skyline during a end. Nice dick, though.
2. Crazy, Stupid, Love. This preposterous, cliché-riddled, singularly unfunny college of music product got unequivocally good reviews by differently essential critics — which done me consternation if you was innate in to a wrong species, let alone profession. Color me confused: No a single in this film acts in any recognizably tellurian approach — not Steve Carell’s rote doofus dad; not Ryan Gosling’s pickup artist, who clearly has unconstrained amounts of giveaway time to rubbish upon bizarre prime masculine sadsacks he meets in bars; not a teenager lady who takes bare photos of herself for her prime crush; as good as positively not a repulsive preteen whose vanquish upon pronounced babysitter is presented as an e.g. of soulful romanticism you can all clarity from. It’s all roughly as gag-inducing as a crude punctuation of a title.
3. J. Edgar. A cagey, enervatingly time-jumping book can hardly censor a definitely groundless opening during a center. Leonardo DiCaprio — who unequivocally needs to get himself a regretful comedy, presently — scowls from underneath mounds of bad latex, talks not often similar to a animation JFK, has to say with Judi Dench (doing a meant Mrs. Bates), as good as coyly binds hands with poor, struggling Armie Hammer, whose aging makeup as lifelong partner Clyde Tolson creates him a passed ringer for Donald Moffat. Whatever (simplistic) insights a film competence have had about a tie in in between Hoover’s passionate hang-up as good as his untiring conflict opposite a red haunt have been unrecognizable underneath all a camp.
4. Tanner Hall. The long-awaited entrance film from co-directors Tatiana von Fürstenberg (yes, engineer Diane’s daughter) as good as Francesca Gregorini (that’s Countess Francesca McKnight Donatella Romana Gregorini di Savignano di Romagna, to you) strike a festivals in 2009, as good as positively could never have been expelled if not for afterwards different lead Rooney Mara’s presence. But there you were in 2011, propitious sufficient to have a possibility to see this nonsensical practice in a makers’ prep-school nostalgia sheltered as a concept coming-of-age drama.
5. New Year’s Eve. It might appear purposeless to rubbish a container upon a intentionally stupid regretful humerous party which no a single approaching to be some-more than a tacky lark. But during a single indicate during a film — any unbroken subplot of which seemed upon a goal to ceaselessly surpass a before a single in irrationality — you glanced around during a viewers in a packaged theater, as good as they looked similar to they you were hearing Sophie’s Choice.
Mick LaSalle, San Francisco Chronicle
1. Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
2. What’s Your Number?
3. Pirates of a Caribbean: On Stranger Tides
4. Kung Fu Panda 2
5. Happy Feet 2
Kevin B. Lee, Fandor
Beginners. This is what a terminally twee film looks like.
The Descendants. It’s not “Hawaiian”; it’s solid quiescent filmmaking.
A Good Old Fashioned Orgy. Though when they light to Pier 1 Imports to allow their sexfest with a undiluted harem-themed decor, may be this is meant as a meaningful fun of bourgeois decadence? Nah, it’s customarily dumb.
In A Better World. Last year’s Oscar unfamiliar film leader is a rubbish investigate of neocolonialist as good as family fool around clichés.
Tabloid. A career low for a single of a good documentarians of a generation, this review in to a enlightenment of sensationalism merely exposes a shoal gimmickry of his Interrotron technique.
Nathan Lee, Film Comment
Midnight in Paris. I’m not certain what you hated more, Allen’s misogyny or a harsh boredom of his perceived ideas, yet possibly approach it done me wish to indenture myself in a face.
Moira Macdonald, Seattle Times
Your Highness. Maybe you have to be befuddled to find it funny.
The Hangover Part II. Ditto.
30 Minutes or Less. If customarily it had been.
Something Borrowed. Can you give it back?
I Don’t Know How She Does It. And you do not care.
Nell Minow, Movie Mom
Just Go With It. Adam Sandler did not reconstitute a pleasant Cactus Flower — he mauled it to shreds. The film is appallingly clueless about a own offensiveness, with even a upsetting good man characters portrayed as inhuman mercenaries.
Red Riding Hood. Oh, Grandma, what a big, bad film this a single is.
What’s Your Number? We have been ostensible to base for a brave woman to comprehend she has not thrown herself divided in a array of upsetting as good as demeaning passionate encounters. But she has.
Crazy, Stupid, Love marred a crafty humerous party with nauseous misogyny as good as a description of a teenage lady giving bare photos of herself to a center schooler as inexhaustible as good as merciful instead of pervy as good as felonious, as good as Anonymous for disjointed storytelling as good as undiluted irrationality in a description of customarily about everybody together with Shakespeare as good as Queen Elizabeth.
The dual misfortune motion picture for children: The Smurfs (Joan Rivers cameo? Really?) as good as Hop (a Hugh Hefner voluptuous bunny joke? Really??) Character pattern by New Yorker artist Peter de Sève as good as a small subversively impertinent asides from Russell Brand have been not sufficient to have up for a lifeless script, purposeless luminary cameos, as good as an altogether nutritive calm reduce than a seared Peep.
Wesley Morris, Boston Globe
In a Better World. Because being bullied a Dane is just like being an African rufugee!
I Melt With You. Written by Rogaine.
Dream House. Written by a toaster.
Just Go with It. Not created during all.
The Dilemma. A Very Fred as good as Barney clusterfuck.
Noel Murray, The AV Club
Michelle Orange, Movieline
Battle: Los Angeles. Aliens from star Shakey Cam wage war Santa Monica. This film would sicken a methed-up mosquito.
The Change-Up. My attribute with Jason Bateman can tarry all yet contempt.
Just Go With It. I’m essay a book about Adam Sandler’s producing career, it’s called I Don’t Know How He Does It. Just kidding, it’s called Zookeeper.
I Am Number Four. Harder to follow than a 4-year-old upon a Skittles high, as good as reduction fun.
I Melt With You. Four unsatisfying answers to a question: When will genocide come?
Christopher Orr, The Atlantic
Just Go With It by a immeasurable margin, a misfortune film-going knowledge of my year, yet you declare this might be in partial since you was incompetent to move myself to see Jack as good as Jill. Adam Sandler’s preference to follow up Funny People — as good as his memorable mural of a comic filled with offend for his witless, “family comedy” outlay — with those dual drive-in theatre as good as Grown Ups can meant a single of customarily dual things: He is possibly a slightest self-aware actress in Hollywood, or a most.
Michael Phillips, Chicago Tribune
1. Sucker Punch
2. A Good Old-Fashioned Orgy
3. Atlas Shrugged: Part 1
4. Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
5. Larry Crowne
6. The Three Musketeers.
7. Just Go With It
8. Mars Needs Moms
9. Transformers: Dark of a Moon
10. The Hangover Part II
Mary Pols, Time
1. Jack as good as Jill
2. Sucker Punch
3. Red Riding Hood
4. Your Highness
Steven Rea, Philadelphia Inquirer
Trespass. Nic Cage as good as Nicole Kidman!
Season of a Witch. Nic Cage as good as Ron Perlman!
A Good Old Fashioned Orgy. Jason Sudeikis group-gropes in a Hamptons.
The Son of No One. Al Pacino cashes a check, Channing Tatum flashes behind to his dire inner-city youth, clichés run similar to rats by a grafittied stairwells of a “projects.”
Machine Gun Preacher. Gerard Butler muscles it up as a drug-dealing biker city slicker incited niggardly as good as companion in East Africa.
Rene Rodriguez, Miami Herald
1. Jack as good as Jill. A humerous party so desperate, so carnivorous for amusement or jokes of any kind, you kept watchful for Al Pacino to Method-fart.
2. Cars 2. Pixar’s answer to a Saw array — a phenomenally successful film authorization which nobody likes.
3. Cowboys as good as Aliens. Even upon paper, it sounded similar to a bad idea.
4. A Dangerous Method. Respectable David Cronenberg creates me prolonged for exploding heads as good as indenture fucking.
5. The Sitter. The Birth of a Nation of lowbrow comedies, featuring using gags about mincing homos as good as frightful black people.
Nathaniel Rogers, TheFilmExperience.net
1. (TIE) I Am Number Four as good as Beastly. This Double Feature of Dickery tops a list (bottoms a list?), with both of a drive-in theatre starring Prince Charmless himself Alex Pettyfer.
2. Abduction. Answer: violins, totem poles, Grandma Willow, trees, “Mr. Pointy,” antiques, wardrobe, pianos, chaise lounge, white picket fence, Treebeard, staves, matches, witch’s brush … Question: THINGS MADE OF WOOD THAT ARE MORE EXPRESSIVE THAN TAYLOR LAUTNER?
3. Cars 2. Cars was Pixar’s prior misfortune film. So of march all of Cars‘ misfortune impulses were jacked up for a sequel. Mater as a lead? Really?! My crony pronounced it many appropriate when you were withdrawal a screening: “It’s similar to George Lucas determining to have an additional Star Wars prequel with Jar Jar Binks as a protagonist!”
4. J. Edgar. Less undisguised distressing than an epic disaster to encounter any in accord with person’s (i.e., non-Eastwood acolyte’s) expectations of party value, cultured range, or chronological insight.
5. The Other Woman. Every stage in this definitely unfocused fool around seems to fool around out similar to so …
Jonathan Rosenbaum, JonathanRosenbaum.com
Drive. Extreme assault as a duty of presumable as good as false probity was already a offered indicate of The Passion of a Christ; this crafty as good as gifted jubilee of destruction in use it as a duty of presumable as good as false “sensitivity,” which creates it in a small ways even some-more offensive.
Shame. More “sensitivity,” scored equally in this box to sexist as good as homophobic complacencies as good as different brutalities.
Contagion. Like so many alternative Soderbergh drive-in theatre these days, an additional uninteresting e.g. of doubt observation crime as inescapable, everyday, as good as deeply profound.
J. Edgar. Even yet this had a points as good as moments, it winds up being dangerously tighten to an apologia for a climb who doesn’t merit this arrange of empathize or “understanding.”
Rampart. The arrange of Oscar-mongering which can expel a magnanimous romantic (Woody Harrelson) as a extremist bully to uncover us how “complex” a complicated star is ostensible to be.
Lisa Schwarzbaum, Entertainment Weekly
1. I Don’t Know How She Does It
2. Sucker Punch
3. Jack as good as Jill
4. Larry Crowne
5. The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn—Part I
Choire Sicha, a Awl
It’s easy to collect upon a motion picture which you knew were starting to be rubbish (like Jack as good as Jill, as good as Drive Angry, as good as Abduction), yet 2011 brought a store of motion picture by gifted people which should have been good which were comprehensive crap. Such as: Contagion, J. Edgar, as good as Source Code. (All motion picture which were worse than Green Lantern, which was not so good!) Those have been unacceptable! Still, a film you found to be privately a many wounding, since you adore YA as good as sci-fi, was you Am Number Four. What a distressing thing it was! So sad.
So my tip misfortune 5 this year (and you spared myself a misfortune of a worst!) are:
5. J. Edgar. Pompous tedious rubbish upon a stick.
4. Source Code. Where were a alternative dual thirds of a film?
3. Contagion. Cheapo prolongation looks cheap; messy book omits point.
2. I Am. Tom Shadyac’s well-intentioned as good as unequivocally honeyed documentary is a misfortune kind of catastrophic mess. Shadyac proposed upon a tour of find after roughly failing (after spending his hold up creation a garland of big-budget Hollywood comedies) as good as what resulted is an incoherent, vague tour in to a mysteries of a universe, California-style.
1. I Am Number Four. My bad Timothy Olyphant! you goal he paid for a tiny residence somewhere (and invites me over).
Charles Taylor, New York Times
Shame. A presumably open hearing of sexuality in which a customarily thing some-more outrageous than happy sex is a heterosexual threesome. At last, an art film for Santorum voters.
The Tree of Life. “Father? Mother?” Oh, brother.
Bridesmaids. Ugly in both technique as good as spirit. For this to be hailed as a new thing for women in a year when a many desirous American film, Sucker Punch, additionally a strongest feminist film to ever come out of Hollywood, was cursed as sexist suggests which film critics have collectively mislaid their fucking minds.
Cold Weather. The Big Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Anything which Miranda Jul ever does in this hold up or a next.
Scott Tobias, a AV Club
My misfortune 5 (in method of many to slightest execrable):
Extremely Loud as good as Incredibly Close. No film in new years has vibrated me utterly as many as this a single — you longed for to reject it from my complement similar to a small invasive, malignant physique laying rubbish to a heart. The pride of a boy’s five-borough query in a arise of his father’s genocide upon 9/11 substantially would have been as good changed for me underneath any circumstances, yet in in between a hyperprecocious favourite as good as Stephen Daldry’s relentless prodding — does which measure ever fucking stop? — you consider I’ll be screaming “too soon!” from here to eternity.
Jack as good as Jill
Just Go With It
Atlas Shrugged, Part 1. It’s tough to discuss it either Taylor Shilling’s spin as a entrepreneur robot/Fox News–ready super-blonde is a many diverting opening of a year or a undiluted fulfilment of Ayn Rand’s pretentious vision. Either way, it’s mesmerizing.
Dirty Girl: A tiny over 10 years ago, a Weinsteins famously overpaid for a ornate indie-redneck humerous party called Happy, Texas. Here, story repeats itself, William H. Macy as good as all.
Peter Travers, Rolling Stone
Transformers: The Dark of a Moon. 2011’s second greatest box-office strike is a unhappy pointer of audiences participating in their own brain deaths/Michael Bay is a Antichrist of cinema.
Jack as good as Jill. Two Adam Sandlers/one a woman/enough said.
Twilight: Breaking Dawn, Part I. Vamps & wolves reduction teeth/just similar to a movie.
New Year’s Eve. Garry Marshall’s all-star disturbance debases an additional legal holiday event/what’s next, Purim?
Pirates of a Caribbean:On Stranger Tides. No some-more sequels! There ought to be a law!
Seth Colter Walls, Slate.com
1. The Ides of March
2. The Descendants
3. The Rite
4. Transformers: Dark of a Moon
Showing my work: The intensely reticent as good as incredibly shrill thing about space-robot/car changelings was, for me, reduction unhappy to watch than an additional Anthony Hopkins cash-in (the latter handling to insult a lead actor’s talents to a larger grade than a film in which Michael Fassbender was systematic to cry those ever-so-perfect tears). But during slightest nothing of those pictures, schlock or not, was rowdiness itself in a demeanour same to Alexander Payne’s mistaking solipsism for humanism — which appeared reasoning customarily when compared to a inebriated gesturing toward domestic piece which originated from George Clooney’s own personal director’s chair. And no, of march you didn’t theme myself to a tangible Extremely/Incredible movie. you desire my leave of Lord Rudin upon this score. Does not a soul, finally, have an keep out all a own value respecting?
Alynda Wheat, People
1. Jack as good as Jill. So offensively quiescent as good as stereotypical which I’m assured which Adam Sandler hates us — not customarily critics, ALL of us.
2. Restless. Mia Wasikowska dies so beautifully … empathize she couldn’t do it faster.
3. New Year’s Eve. Half a dozen couples as good as not a single which has any chemistry or any sense.
4. The Green Lantern. And 10 mins of carnival is customarily such a good sign.
5. Bad Teacher. you suspicion Justin Timberlake dry-humping Cameron Diaz would be hotter, somehow.
Armond White, Movie City News
We Need to Talk About Kevin. Must we?
The Help. A lapse to Jim Crow, right away called “Viola Davis.”
Bridesmaids. Feminism defeated. Frat girls (imitating frat boys) win.
Straw Dogs. Wrestles a Insult to Film History Award from Hugo as good as The Artist.
Super 8. A film customarily Spielberg-haters could love.
Stephanie Zacharek, Movieline
Extremely Loud as good as Incredibly Close. 9/11 gets a “I can has cheezburger?” treatment.
Waiting for Forever. If your suspicion of a good Valentine’s Day is to ring up your tip dear as good as inhale heavily in to a phone, this is a film for you.
Cars 2. The initial a single was a lemon, too. And you do not caring what your 4-year-old thinks.
Larry Crowne. Proof, supposedly, which Julia Roberts is as good aged to be bankable. Has it occurred to any a single which may be it’s Tom Hanks you do not wish to demeanour at?
Something Borrowed. Please, keep it. No, really.