“Some kind of meathead masterpiece, Sylvester Stallone’s The Expendables is cinematic junk food of the highest order. It’s an unapologetically old-school, men-on-a-mission movie that’s so retro you’ll feel like you should be watching it on a beat-up VHS tape. Not going gently into that good night, Sly wants to party like it’s 1986.” – The Improper Bostonian, 08/25/2010

“It’s Juno for adolescent boys, reminding a teenage audience at each turn that they’re better than everybody else. The whole moral of the movie being that it’s OK to be a socially awkward, couch-surfing loser who has nothing to offer the world. There’s no coming-of-age here, just an endorsement of something sad.” – The Improper Bostonian, 08/11/2010

“Every performance is hideously over-scaled, and Roach’s unfortunate tendency to keep the camera within six inches of everyone’s face underlines the performers’ strain. There’s a pleading quality to Dinner for Schmucks that’s the antithesis of funny, with cramped, pore-exposing close-ups inspiring more pity than giggles.” – The Improper Bostonian, 07/28/2010

“Cruise has already refocused his career around the idea that America privately considers him to be a pants-peeing lunatic. So he tried to play that to his advantage by starring in a broad, boring romantic comedy that’s bogged down with a plot that doesn’t even seem to matter to its participants.” – The Improper Bostonian, 07/14/2010