"Dear John" is a film based on the novel of the same name by Nicholas Sparks. It is an anomaly from what Hollywood usually offers, in that it praises ...
I don't think I'm giving much away to say that Dear John is the first of the cinematic adaptations of his books I've encountered in which one of the two lovers at the center of the story doesn't die.
I had the opportunity to meet the New York Times Bestselling author of Iceman, Phil Carlo, and talk to him about his new book The Butcher.
The film resembles what adventures you might create if you took your action figure playsets and gave them a $175 million budget to work with. And yes, I mean that as a compliment.
This is the movie as pure product without soul or inspiration. It was blueprinted rather than created, assembled by drones to be shown to drones, who will walk out of it and, when asked to describe it, drone on.
Why didn't GQ put the picture of Channing shirtless on the cover?
Director Kimberly Pierce's follow-up to her brilliant Boys Don't Cry squanders a fine cast on a timid story about soldiers upset over being forcibly re-enlisted via a backdoor draft.