Christopher Lawrence is the movie critic for the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
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If a mosquito bit Steven Spielberg around the time he was making “Jurassic Park,” then became trapped in amber until some nut with more money than forethought extracted the DNA from it and cloned an early ’90s version of Spielberg, well, that’s the guy I could see directing “Ready Player One.”
The actor has never seemed to have as much fun as he does as Dan Conner, especially in the revival episodes of “Roseanne.”
If you’re willing to overlook “King Arthur: Legend of the Sword” — as most moviegoers did — Charlie Hunnam is growing into one of the savviest actors in Hollywood.
Given everything that’s transpired over the past year, there’s never been a better time to be in the women’s film festival business.
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. Jim Croce warned against that way back in 1972.
If I’d been alive in ancient times, I like to think I’d have had the entrepreneurial gumption to start a burial site security firm.
If Zak Bagans were a character in a horror movie, you’d never stop screaming at him.
The crime drama, starring Jack Cutmore-Scott, debuts Sunday.
Superpowered private investigator Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter), who’s been spending far too much time drinking and engaging in random sex, lies in bed, dead to the world, until her assistant, Malcolm (Eka Darville), knocks on the door that separates her bedroom from what passes for their office.
If you see only one movie this year after taking peyote, make it “A Wrinkle in Time.”
Amid all the awful news out of Hollywood in recent months, host Jimmy Kimmel has his work cut out for him in trying to create a fun atmosphere at the 90th Oscars.
Students receive training in psychological manipulation and seduction.
Popularity and acclaim are two very different metrics. If they weren’t, McDonald’s would be the best restaurant on the planet.
With the Olympics nearly over, TV is opening its floodgates to new shows now that most viewers have recovered from the thrill of doubles luge.
You know that comedy technique where writers and directors take a joke that’s sort of funny, let it linger until it becomes just mildly amusing, step back while it festers so that it becomes painfully awkward and loses every bit of its appeal before they stretch it so far that it ends up being hilarious?
