Kevin P. Sullivan

King Arthur could have been a rollicking blast. Instead it’s just another wannabe blockbuster with too much flash and not enough soul.

Voyage of Time is a beautiful diversion, but almost entirely empty, even in its inquisitive big swings for profundity.

Its tired indie trappings (arrested development, dull cynicism) turn the film into its own kind of marathon.

What Gervais may have previously turned into a pointed satire of the news media instead becomes a flimsy farce that’s surprisingly low on laughs.

Essentially shapeless and paced like the tide rolling in, Knight of Cups should be reserved for hardcore Malick fans only, those who have the patience to metaphorically wade through the literal wading, which there happens to be a lot of in this movie.

There’s a real story of American heroism somewhere in here, but it’s diluted by Bay’s worst tendencies.

Ride Along 2, which moves the action from Atlanta to Miami, plays more like a remake than a sequel.

Left without a gimmick, The Scorch Trials wanders between YA cliches — there’s a Resistance, but it’s unclear what they’re resisting — and zombie movie tropes, with the obligatory a zombie bit our friend scene.