Alas, instead of a scathing critique of racial injustice, a revamping of the “man seeks revenge after his family is murdered/kidnapped” trope, the director delivers gratuitously violent, vulgar, clichéd, jaw-droppingly sexist, and racist cinematic bile.

If "Models'" comedy is a bore, the characters' redemption is sheer agony – not to mention the shameless pop-cultural referencing that repeats like a bad taco.

What could have been a cool concept movie buckles under an uninspired script and some treacherous miscasting.

The same problems that plagued the original are on display here. Most notably, the lack of any coherent plot. Lots of creepy kids jump out at us, but these scenes are never satisfactorily meshed into the story itself.

To paraphrase the play's most famous song: how do you measure the lien against your soul when you're forced to sit through something as forcibly maudlin as Rent? I dunno, but 525,600 minutes is about how long this movie felt at times.

I'm going to beat my head into a wall until I relieve myself of the memory of this film that was, well, retarded.

Sunset Society manages to abuse what little b-grade credibility it earns through its cast and premise with an unbearable slog through monotony and surprising tameness.

The thing is, these chatty, pedantic, annoying characters are simply not interesting enough to follow for five minutes, let alone over two hours.

Sommers suspends the laws of time and physics and forces his characters to spout some of the cheesiest dialogue imaginable.

Painfully boring.

One small step for bad filmmaking and one giant leap for the increasing insignificance of the former Michael Corleone.

There was a movie called “My Bodyguard” about the new kid in high school who hires the sullen loner to protect him from a bully. That was good. Drillbit Taylor is shit but, hey, I’m in Judd Apatow’s Hollywood.

A nearly complete and total disaster.

It tries to toe the line between romantic comedy and vulgar pseudo-satire and fails at both.

It's such a dumb movie, it's hard to believe it wasn't an SNL sketch first.

There's nothing but a convoluted overcast of story with a monsoon of bad dialogue.

The movie is never funny, scary, spooky, or interesting. Bakalova and Davidson are trying their best but cannot buoy the picture. Badly lit, poorly shot, and sporting even worse dialogue, the film offers nothing to anyone, though it thinks it has something important to say. Pretentious and dull is the worst combination.

The end result is stale, clumsy, and about as compelling as an average episode of "As the World Turns."

A typical end-of-the-year dump film, in that there's almost no reason to see it.

A stupid summer movie.

Affleck may finally have found a use for his obnoxious personality, because Drew is amazingly annoying.

Polson offers up a few chilling scares, but the underwritten screenplay really does show off its weaknesses.

One such feeble miscue that can't be saved by the star power of Joe Pesci and David Spade.

Designed to appeal to the lowest common denominator, in equal parts juvenile and offensive, Purge of Kingdom is the worst film I’ve seen so far in 2019. If a fart gag makes your sides split with laughter, go right ahead – otherwise, avoid at all costs.

It’s just a mess.

Lisa Kudrow, the designated comic relief, has never been so consistently unfunny, and Gina Gershon looks uncomfortable in every (pseudo-)inspirational moment.

It's performances like these that make it so easy to forget that, when he wants to, Costner can indeed act and be an appealing star.

It is definitely the weakest movie of the Weitz catalog and will certainly be forgotten faster than Hung himself.