Year: 2000

It was worth the wait, though. Yes, classical-music lovers complain about the cheapening of their favorite pieces — sure, Fantasia 2000 is like MTV with great composers instead of the latest boy band. But, like its predecessor, this is not only a wonderful introduction to classical music for kids (and uninitiated adults), it’s a rapturous, transporting experience the likes of which we don’t see in the multiplex often enough.

Aliens meets The Fugitive meets Con Air, is probably how writer David N. Twohy pitched his script. (Also credited as writers are Jim and Ken Wheat, which simply screams of fanboy brothers who wrote and, god knows how, managed to sell a spec script that had to be even more horrendous than what’s onscreen, if the more experience Twohy had to rewrite it.)

A severe insult to the brain. The Astronaut’s Wife, in a nutshell.

Can you stomach an unvarnished look into the vacant lives of young American skinheads? Pariah, like a through-the-looking-glass version of American History X, is brutally raw and often difficult to watch, but this low-budget indie is an important film that deserves to be seen by a large audience.

I’m sure Leonardo DiCaprio is hoping to leave behind the teen-dream image Titanic saddled him with and return to being seen as a Serious Actor, but The Beach isn’t going to do that for him. In fact, his core audience is sure to, like, totally love this movie in the same way that those of us over 18, like, totally won’t.

Boys Don’t Cry, director/screenwriter Kimberly Peirce’s somewhat fictionalized exploration of the last year of Brandon Teena’s life, poses those tough questions, at least obliquely, but then, frustratingly, skims right over them. We can’t expect quick and easy answers to age-old dilemmas, but I would have hoped for deeper scrutiny of them.

In 1995, Grace Quek, known to porn fans the world over as Annabel Chong, decided, as a feminist and artistic statement, that she wanted to have sex, on camera, with 300 men in one day. Why on Earth would anybody attempt such an unprecedented feat? That’s the primary question Gough Lewis’s documentary, Sex: The Annabel Chong Story, tries to answer.

Stage plays often don’t translate well to the big screen, and such is the case with Simpatico, adapted and directed by Matthew Warchus from a play by Sam Shepard. A nearly static character study, Simpatico might work within the intimate confines of a proscenium, despite the ridiculous premise at its core, but with film’s wider expanse, it falls disappointingly flat.

The Horse Whisperer is three hours long, but it doesn’t feel like it, because, to my great relief, it has slightly greater ambitions than giving bored middle-aged women a thrill with money shots of Robert Redford. It even manages to avoid some of the movie cliches you’d expect to see in a film like this, and, surprisingly, subvert some others.