Conclusive proof that good tits > acting ability.

Staked and sizzling, Twilight is dead at last.

THINK ON YOUR SINS, Twilight fans.

A thoroughly unnecessary and totally uncalled-for reboot of the Morgan Freeman-led Alex Cross films unites mediocre director Rob Cohen with the flop magnet that is the actor/director/screenwriter/producer/general nuisance Tyler Perry. A clumsy, forced script, an inexplicable central plot, and muddled direction makes Alex Cross a flamboyant train-wreck where the mangled carcasses of a buddy movie, a cop caper, and a psychological thriller are barely distinguishable.

She’s not playing Whitney. LETDOWN

Martin Lucas King?

I guess that’s what happens when you use Diesel instead of petrol…

Tyler Perry adapts a famous stage play. Badly. But at least he’s not in it, dressed as a wise old granny. That was his last film.