Taika Waititi’s WWII comedy (and supposed “anti-hate” satire) is shooting at fish in a barrel, but even that’s not enough to sink it completely.
Adam McKay (The Big Short) made a quasi-comedy about Dick Cheney.
Our series exploring Montreal-shot movies tackles Clooney’s debut, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, which is more memorable for the gossip it generated than the film itself.
The Way, Way Back reminds us of awkward teenage years and funky cottage smells, while Sam Rockwell charms our pants off.
The guys-with-guns genre is played out. What’s a guy (In Bruges director Martin McDonagh) to do but to follow it up with a self-indulgent, rambling meta-movie that points out exactly what is wrong with the genre?