The Amy Schumer comedy is all about hating who you are unless you’re gorgeous.
Christopher Lawrence
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What if, following “Lost’s” deliriously twisty first season, Jack and the gang never entered the hatch and simply battled The Others for control of the island?
I grew up playing “Rampage.”
I don’t pretend to know what’s inside Wes Anderson’s head.
I like college football as much as the next guy — provided that the next guy wasn’t a Penn State fan in 2011.
There are shows you watch, and there are shows you have on.
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.