I have no wish to see any more movies featuring the Minions but I'd make an exception for a crossover project in which they were pitted against the Brood for a fight to the death.

Despicable Me 3's tender moments are often drowned out by everything else its filmmakers want to smash into its 90 or so minutes.

Watching Agnes is like emptying five packets of Space Dust into your mouth: guaranteed to induce tingles.

Besides a couple of the franchise's mandatory irritating moments and another loose script, there are worse things to endure watching with your kids. Disposable yet not entirely harmless, it's almost fun. [Full review in Spanish]