Matthew Lickona 3 p.m., Sept. 30
22 Jump Street
Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill advance from high school to college, while the overall level of humor plunges from ninth grade to third. I laughed once: the action momentarily trips over itself to deliver a sternly graphic anti-drug message before quickly returning to the business of trying to milk laughs at the expense of wasted college students. “Directors” Phil Lord and Chris Miller are at their best when making sure the Doritos bag is center frame and pointed directly at the camera. As topical as today’s headlines, there’s a reference to the late Maya Angelou, a Tracy Morgan impersonator, and a lot of angry gay stuff involving Hill whose career-to-date has pretty much been one, long homoerotic smudge. One day, Hollywood will be secure in its sexuality to make an honest mainstream gay cop buddy comedy that’s more than a clothesline strung with giggly penis jokes. This isn't it. I lasted an hour before finding the exit. 2014.