Stephen Whitty

Director Jodie Foster's Money Monster runs a trim 98 minutes, but it's still not quite worth the investment.

To be fair, Being Charlie has some action and a few good jokes. It's not completely unwatchable. It's certainly better than Reiner's last few awful movies.

Sometimes, more is less. Although it’s called Captain America: Civil War, the latest Marvel movie is actually a supersized “Avengers” picture -- overstuffed to bursting.

A Mother’s Day movie full of flat jokes, reheated clichés and two hours spent staring at your watch.

The Family Fang has a nasty little bite to it — and thank heavens for that.

It is sweet, and funny and quietly upbeat. Take a chance on it — and take your mom.

This Simone film hits all the wrong notes early. What is it trying to say about this enraged, iconic singer? Why does it want to say it? Since screenwriter Cynthia Mort apparently never asked those questions, director Cynthia Mort can't offer any answers.

The film borrows plenty, but it brings nothing new.

Quick, what do you call it when a movie takes both of the year’s biggest breakout action stars and wastes them in a bad Kevin Costner movie? Criminal.

Has the bare necessities, but not much more.

Stupid as a bag of hammers and twice as loud, Hardcore Henry sounds like the title of the worst Kissinger bio ever. Actually, it's an action movie that feels more like you are trapped in a video game. A really, really bad video game.

A quiet, restrained drama, Louder Than Bombs works a little like a photographer itself, changing its focus, showcasing scenes from different points of view, rearranging the order of the images.

Demolition is a wreck.

Directed by, and starring, Don Cheadle, it's more about truth than facts. Did this all happen just the way it's laid out? Definitely not. But if the notes are wrong, the themes are right.

There's never an emotional moment here to compete, or even compare, with his last film, "Boyhood." But there's not supposed to be. Everybody Wants Some!! is as laid-back and low-pressure as a Saturday afternoon at someone's dorm room.

It's all angst and no adventure, a lot of fury and little fun.

The only thing that's revolting is how dull the series has gotten.

See Remember. You won't regret it — or forget it.

As the colonel, Mirren is terrific — a fierce warrior willing to bend as many rules of engagement as it takes. As her commanding officer, the late Alan Rickman is just as dedicated but a little tired of bloodshed.

It's tasty at times, but feels like a very special episode of "30 Rock." Halfway in, you're still expecting Kenneth the Page to show up.

Remember “Olympus Has Fallen”? This one is worse.

Director Alex Proyas’ movie feels like a bad video game.

Hugh Jackman doesn't play Wolverine in Eddie the Eagle, which is too bad. The film deserves to be slashed to bits.

Backtrack eventually moves beyond its shamelessly borrowed set-up to create a few chills of its own.

When the story does wrap up, it's all too little, too late, and far too long. Which given everything stuffed into it, just leaves the super-sized Triple 9 triply disappointing.

In the end, you get a Sunday morning sermon when what you really want is a Saturday midnight screening.

A movie that really mined that story would be worth the gold. This one barely doesn’t even capture the bronze.

This smart, raunchy comedy is a movie aimed at women. Full of frank, just-us-girls talk about men and wicked gags about drunken sex and intimate "landscaping," it's probably a poor choice for date night. But it's a great pick for girl's night out.