Semper fidelis. The Romans used to purr the phrase into their dogs’ ears, long before the Marine Corps adopted the Latin for “Always faithful” as their motto. Most faithful of all? Marine Corps war dogs. That’s the message of Max, a touching if somewhat clunky crowd-pleaser about one such dog who comes to live with the family of the soldier who died serving with him in Afghanistan.
There have been a lot of misfortunes in the Jurassic Park franchise. There was the embarrassing sequel The Lost World (by Steven Spielberg himself, no less). Then a forgettable three-quel, followed by years and years of talk about a new film Spielberg would make to redeem for Lost World.
Like the HBO show, Entourage delights in Hollywood excess. This is a world where you might land your helicopter on someone’s lawn to crash a business meeting, or take a little yacht to meet up with your buddy on his bigger yacht. It’s a land of celebrities, wealth and topless women.
Kevin Costner stars as peripatetic track coach Jim White in this inspirational sports movie from Disney.
When natural disaster strikes, call The Rock. There was a time when natural disaster movies tried hard — The Poseidon Adventure (1972), When Worlds Collide (1953), The Towering Inferno (1974) — and then Michael Bay ruined everything with that damn silly animal cracker scene in Armageddon.
The silences in Mad Max: Fury Road are unsettling. The moments are few and infrequent, but it’s not until the fiery roar of the engines and the thrashing of the guitars are suddenly stripped away that you can fully feel how deeply the film has flooded your being. The theater — and your heart — pulsates with the lack as you recover and wait for more.