"You ain’t a cop. You’re a working man... and apparently, also a nap technician.”
You know things are dire when a movie about Jason Statham fighting human traffickers feels like watching drywall dry—appropriately, since he plays a construction worker. A Working Man is what happens when you ask ChatGPT to write Taken but forget to add the prompt: "Make it exciting."
Directed by David Ayer—yes, the same man who once gave us Fury and End of Watch—this limp action-thriller is…
The cinematic equivalent of Windows 98 crashing. Reboot optional.
If Y2K were a mixtape, it would be 85 minutes of static followed by Fred Durst awkwardly mumbling the Faith chorus to save the day—and, ironically, he kind of does. Directed by Kyle Mooney, this supposed horror-comedy wants to crash your nostalgia party with a wild Y2K bug twist. But instead of a raging 90s bash, it feels like an overlong, cringe-worthy SNL sketch someone accidentally greenlit.
The plot follows two…
Pushpa 2 - The Rule: More Like Pushpa 2 - The Ruin
How much Pushpa is too much Pushpa? Three hours of this nonsense, apparently.
If the first Pushpa was an over-the-top masala feast, Pushpa 2 - The Rule is the reheated leftovers that leave you questioning your life choices. Sukumar takes us back to the forests of Chittoor for three excruciating hours of red sandalwood smuggling, bad VFX, and cringe-worthy dialogues. Forget about a tight plot—this movie meanders like…
Somewhere between Frosty the Snowman and a Hallmark fever dream, this snowman should’ve stayed on ice.
If bad Christmas movies are your guilty pleasure, Hot Frosty delivers a blizzard of cringe-worthy delights. Imagine a Hallmark script gone rogue, sprinkled with questionable CGI and a lead performance so stiff, it makes actual snow look expressive. Yes, Hot Frosty is that kind of movie—perfect for half-watching while scrolling through Instagram or pretending to work on your laptop.
The plot? A widow’s scarf…
I do smell the slop The Rock's cookin'—and it’s overdone with zero seasoning.
Watching Red One feels like opening a Christmas present only to find socks—functional, sure, but utterly uninspired. This holiday "action-comedy" plays out like a VFX-heavy SNL sketch that overstayed its welcome, featuring The Rock and Chris Evans in a chemistry-free bromance with all the charm of stale eggnog.
Dwayne Johnson’s relentless quest for franchise domination hits a new low here, with a performance so phoned-in he might…
When the Joker stopped laughing…and started singing.
And made matters worse.
Joker: Folie à Deux is like the Joker took his worst nightmare—a karaoke machine—and made it a two-hour musical. Both Joaquin Phoenix and Lady Gaga seem… utterly disinterested, as if they wandered onto the wrong set and decided to just go with it. Phoenix’s Arthur Fleck goes through all these heavy emotional breakdowns, and yet, somehow, I feel like I’m watching a mannequin shop for groceries. Not exactly the…