Subject: Reviews/Criticism (Page 4)

There isn't enough Visine in the world!

musician & film reviewer

After Earth merits comparison with 2000’s Battlefield Earth, John Travolta’s godawful film tribute to the sci-fi novel by Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard. Yes, it’s that bad.

American film critic & televison interviewer

One can’t judge Wagner’s opera Lohengrin after a first hearing, and I certainly don’t intend hearing it a second time.

(1792 – 1868) Italian composer

It’s a death march with cocktails.

American journalist

It defines boredom by mostly being boring about it.

movie writer, reviewer & columnist

Overheard at the pitch meeting: “So what if The Terminator was like, um… a sexy lady in a red leather get-up?” “Sold!”

film editor, writer & reviewer

Nowadays Mitchum doesn’t so much act as point his suit at people.

(1946 – ) British journalist & broadcaster

Negative reviews seem to slide off Pia’s back like discarded mink coats.

(1946 – ) filmmaker, actor & writer

My name is Bob, and I am a father who is very afraid.

movie writer, reviewer & columnist

I’d rather spend my 180 minutes seeing how hard a 400-pound gorilla can tighten a vise around my penis before I pass out from the pain.

(movie reviews at mrcranky.com)

A friend of mine recently joked that his mobile phone will beat Magnus Carlsen; I said, ‘What are you talking about? My microwave could beat Magnus Carlsen.’

(1965 – ) British chess grandmaster & chess writer

Beware geeks bearing scripts.

About the only redeeming features of The Sweetest Thing is that for a few minutes of the film, Cameron Diaz cavorts around in her underwear, and also sings a song about penises… and even that’s not half as good as it sounds on paper.

Barb Wire is unlikely to spark heated intellectual debate at film schools anytime soon.

(movie reviews at mrcranky.com)

I’m glad it wasn’t that bad.

film critic

Add it all up, and what you’ve got here is a waste of good electricity. I’m not talking about the electricity between the actors. I’m talking about the current to the projector.

(1942 – 2013) American film critic, journalist & screenwriter

When Mr. Wilbur calls his play ‘Halfway to Hell,’ he underestimates the distance.

(1894 – 1984) theatre critic

Hard to tell whether somebody wanted to make a pretentious allegory and threw in a naked Melanie Griffith to help market it, or just wanted to market a naked Melanie Griffith and threw in a pretentious allegory as justification.

This Mamet adaptation takes place in a very confined space, involves little or no action and is mostly concerned with how many minutes an actor can spew Mamet's laborious dialogue without collapsing.

(movie reviews at mrcranky.com)

It’s boring.

film critic

In space no one can hear you yawn.

film critic