One December morning, a millennial critic awoke to discover that she had been begrudgingly charmed by an onslaught of Hallmark and Netflix holiday films.
“Movies like this embrace goofiness with an almost ... who has a genuinely sweet smile on his face as he watches his traps demolish the bad guys,” Ebert wrote of Culkin’s replacement.
“That was a bad, bad, bad movie,” she told Esquire in 2007. “But even though the movie might suck, I got to work with John Frankenheimer. I wasn’t lying to myself – that’s why I did it.