Author Nate Zoebl

Happily, Bong of the Living Dead is still an enjoyably fun comedy even if you regrettably don’t happen to know anyone involved.

The Snowman is an awfully dumb movie that mistakenly believes it is smart.

Success demanded a sequel, and now Kingsman: The Golden Circle is upon us and proof that Vaughn may be mortal after all.

Just being different can grab your attention, and Brigsby Bear and Dave Made a Maze are definitely different.

The Hitman’s Bodyguard feels like a 90s Tarantino knockoff remake of Midnight Run, and I don’t mean that in any pejorative sense.

This film could have just as easily been re-titled Sexy Charlize Theron: The Movie.

A better movie was within reach, which makes it all the sadder that Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets is reluctantly the movie we get, a visual spectacle that bores as it overwhelms.

Christopher Nolan is one of the rare filmmakers in the world that can do anything he wants.

Reeves, serving as co-writer once more with Mark Bomback, brings the franchise to its natural and thrilling conclusion. War for the Planet of the Apes is a blockbuster with soul.

Spider-Man: Homecoming announces itself as a brash, exhilarating, hilarious, and amazingly assured film that immediately lines up with the upper tier of the MCU.

Car chases are one of the greatest things in movie history.

Transformers: The Last Knight is exactly what the detractors have railed against from the start: a cacophonous ejaculation of incomprehensible nonsense.

Summer is the perfect season for escapist B-movies about man-eating killer sharks, the counterpart to the beach read paperback.

I owe Gal Gadot an overdue apology.

For the first half of Raw I thought I was watching a French nouveau version of Carrie.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales is a definite improvement over its waterlogged 2011 predecessor, but I can’t help feeling like the magic of this franchise has been squelched.

If I do not see a more headache-inducing, self-indulgent, cumbersome, illogical, and generally exasperating movie this summer, I will consider myself most fortunate.

If Marvel was ever going to have a dud in its near historic run of blockbuster success, it should have been Guardians of the Galaxy.

Colossal is a different kind of monster movie, that’s for certain. It’s got a dynamite premise that allows for plenty of different tones.

Free Fire wants to be a scuzzy, crazy, fun movie that knows it’s trashy and revels in its bad taste and loony characters with nose-thumbing glee.