Matt Payne’s creative writing and screenwriting classes start soon.
In recent years, Disney has released a series of live-action remakes of its animated films with varying degrees of success.
Instead, we get an ensemble cast more unlikable than anything since last year’s Fantastic Four stumbling through dialogue penned to fill time.
When not aboard the squall-navigating ships, The Finest Hours succumbs to its back-of-the-box-recipe script.
His physicality — the guy is shredded like lettuce and throws himself at the performance like a berserker — and goofy, sweet buffoonishness (much like Stallone’s in Rocky) combine into a rich character we can’t help but root for.
Admittedly, Sicario is for everyone — it is not glossy or filled with special effects, but it is a must-see.
The Home Depots and Lowes of the world can be mighty intimidating for those of us whose idea of home improvement means hiring a professional.
Of all the mega-franchises, Godzilla’s has been the most secure despite the myriad potholes it has faced.
Somewhere between the simmering racism in Billy Jack and the juiced-in hick mobsters of Walking Tall lives Mr. Majestyk.
Hercules pits Dwayne Johnson with director Brett Ratner, and the finished product is about what you would expect from this not-at-all-unlikely pairing: all brawn, no brains.