Aquaman is a glorious kitchen-sink superhero spectacular.
It is absurd and larger-than-life entertainment that offers just enough character and nuance to be more than empty spectacle.
Slow torture for kids and grownups alike, The Nutcracker and the Four Realms gives a bad name to the very concept of family entertainment.
Connoisseurs of cheesy, gung-ho, boys’ own action films will find plenty to relish in Hunter Killer. This is a curiously old-fashioned affair that feels as if it could have been made in the 1950s, or even earlier, with John Wayne or Gary Cooper instead of Gerard Butler in the lead role.
In the grand scheme of all movies ever made—including, say, FW Murnau’s exquisite 1927 silent film Sunrise and the totally useless 2015 Entourage movie — the line between a super-awesome Marvel movie and a bad one is cellophane-thin.
Only a fool would say that Kevin Hart and Tiffany Haddish aren’t hilarious. But only a dumbass would argue that their new comedy, Night School, isn’t the worst kind of lazy, laughless, paycheque-begging twaddle. What is it with stars who think that their responsibility to audiences stops at showing up?