Hate is a strong word, but I really, really, really don’t like these films.
Filmmaking so inept that it’s almost funny, Pudsey The Dog: The Movie is like a barely tolerable feature-length episode of a terrible CBBC sitcom.
Labor Day is a saccharinely sweet, obnoxiously earnest piece of unromantic romantic tripe from a filmmaker who both can do better and is good enough to keep this from being truly awful.
The Lego Movie spends 3 days killing 3 Days To Kill, Pompeii fails to erupt, The Wind Rises magnificently, the author is dreadful at getting weekly articles out on time, and Other Box Office News.
A New York Winter’s Tale is a prolonged piece of deadpan anti-comedy. The problems being that it’s not supposed to be and that it’s achingly, miserably dull.
A fair number of people buy Robocop for a dollar, the Kevin Hart money train keeps on a-trucking, corporate American slaves keep falling for Valentine’s Day weekend’s evil, image-shaming ways, and Other Box Office News.