Zach Braff's affectionate, exuberant take on familial crisis and moral education is uncompromising in its empathetic self-awareness, assaying the spectrum of personal fears and motivations with fanciful but unsentimental glee. While shill critics applaud as Richard Linklater's hipster narcissism drowns Boyhood in…

Pixar's infatuation with mundane consumerism continues apace with opaque, sappy fantasy of patriarchal potency. Digital talking objects fly in one direction, then another, to the accompaniment of repetitive, formulaic, recycled jokes and the easy laughter of undemanding, unthinking children and adults. Cynical,…

Chump viewers will champion this unambitious, infantilizing comic-book chimp flick, mistaking silly pseudo-science and video-game morality for thoughtful political and social commentary. Hackneyed Cold War metaphors and hip-hop braggadocio suggest a significance beyond its genre, but this shrill, pompous cartoon fails…

Po-mo prophet of hipster narcissism Richard Linklater becomes the apotheosis of phony strip-mall banality with this typically solipsistic, maudlin trudge through a maze of hoary, condescending pseudo-profundities. Linklater attempts to sentimentalize middle-class ennui through formal gimmickry and cutesy sitcom…

Brisk, canny performance by the indefatigable Steve Guttenberg anchors modern soap opera that catechizes the rarefied stratum of the indolent rich with energetic, authentic exactitude. Upends the po-faced indie misogyny of Her and dares to trace pop morality to its source, unraveling our patriarchal self-deceptions.

Maudlin, maundering drag of a clunker milks pseudo-homey sentiment for all it's worth. Predictably gloomy, overwrought melodrama buries authentic experience beneath a mountain of condescending solemnity and facile comic-book profundity. Where The Hangover Part III upended its absurd premise with radical honesty, Wrinkl…

Aimless, self-satisfied wallow in disability porn attempts to provoke sympathy through brute emotional manipulation, but only cheapens its subject. Pseudo-moralistic hipster audiences and shill critics will dutifully offer fealty to dull, shamelessly sentimental p.c. fodder. Film's nauseating faux-naïveté is as banal…

Ambitious, boldly subversive critique of Obama-era anti-patriotism dismantles smug, post-hippie class delusions with conviction and incisive accuracy. Spot-on cultural assessment of facile, debased hipster cynicism is the ideal companion piece to the heroic political ruminations of Obsession: Radical Islam's War…

Fawning hagiography of shill "critic" Roger Ebert attempts to recast consummate hack as noble, nu-liberal sage, but succeeds only in slathering its subject in drab sentimentality and risible, hysterical ovations to Ebert's inane pseudointellectual gibberish. Shamelessly maudlin, overwrought paean to blathering,…

Derrickson's radical quasi-feminist modernization of religious horror tropes dispenses with traditional patriarchal sentiment in favor of a transgressive burlesque of berserk kineticism and a knowing viciousness that exposes the fraudulent nihilism and racist liberal condescension of 12 Years a Slave.

Fatuous celebrity biddy-comedy will appeal to indiscriminating audiences conditioned to laugh and drool at this phony exercise in scatalogical bourgeois humanism. Shrill, facile gags offer crowd-pleasing brutality currently fashionable among indie comedy fanboys, while lacking the trenchant interrogation of ambivalent…

Genial rumination on millennial sexuality recalls Adam Sandler's humane comedy of embarrassment, its unfettered ribaldry evoking a pre-AIDS sexual liberty absent from American Pie, whose feel-good hipster moralizing masks a cynical embrace of Reaganite sanctimony .

Hipster do-gooder sentimentality reaches its inevitable postadolescent apex with this solipsistic hagiography, elevating dreary pseudo-spiritual self-pity to apocalyptic proportions. Unbearably overwrought wallow in parochial, commercialized nihilism designed to stroke the egotistic self-romanticization of Internet…

Trite, condescending propaganda pays lip service to bleeding-heart liberal handwringing over American digital-age hegemony, while indulging in corn-pone neocon fantasies of Bush-era triumphalism far more authentically documented in the brilliant, kinesthetic Punisher: War Zone.

Snarktastic parody trades authentic truths for manic, glibly cynical amalgam of cinematic tropes, masking its fumbling vulgarity with rank, calculated cuteness. Shill critics will doubtless champion this committee-drawn checklist of recognizable, audience-tested romcom set-pieces, with nary a nod to film's true…

Unfocused spectacle of self-aggrandizement and cheap moralism shamelessly trumpets liberal journo sanctimony with hackneyed, narcissistic sensitivity. Berlinger is a stranger to the intellectual honesty and sentiment-free objectivity Rick de Oliveira achieves in The Real Cancun.