National Treasure: Book of Secrets
Nicolas Cage as Indiana Jones? I still don’t get it, but apparently his first outing as a treasure-hunting dude was popular enough to warrant a second. But where’s his fedora? How can he be an adventurer without a fedora? Or Nazis? Or Marion Ravenwood? I don’t get it. (my review)

Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story
If you loved Walk the Line, then you’ll love it done up funny-style. John C. Reilly is deliciously crazy as an infamous pop star who rocked harder than Elvis, did more drugs than the Beatles, and had more illegitimate kids than all of them combined. Plus he sang sometimes, too. (my review)

Charlie Wilson’s War
Take one member of Congress, throw in as many secret appropriations as you can handle, and stir with a Cold War swizzle stick. Tom Hanks is a hoot as the real-life politician who armed the Afghans against the Russians in the 1980s, and armed himself with a steel-magnolia Southern belle of a dame in Julia Roberts. Dangerous when consumed with C-SPAN. (my review)

P.S. I Love You
Boy meets girl. Boy marries girl. Boy dies, abandoning girl. Boy writes letters to girl from the grave. Oh, if you need a good, long, two-hour soaking sob of a cry, meet Hilary Swank, whom Gerard Butler loved so damn much that he... well, you’ll see. *sniff* (my review)

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
If Stephen Sondheim hadn’t already written this demented and gory musical, he would have had to do so for Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, who give it their punk-gothic spin and spit out a bloody great chunk of cinematic opera the likes of which we’ve never seen before. (my review)