Jersey Girl (review)

Look, I’ve got no problem with Kevin Smith thinking it was time to grow up. Not that I see anything wrong or even necessarily juvenile with the kind of clever snarkiness and fanboy exuberance that Smith’s movies were full of — my god, he was a geek who made it big, maybe the most famousest of all geeks, and that’s saying something. But after *Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back,* Smith told us all he was ready to move on to something… more mature. Okay, fine. I was looking forward to seeing what would spring from the fertile, irreverent imagination of a grown-up geek.

Never Die Alone (review)

Spike Lee’s former cinematographer Ernest Dickerson checks in with a gangsta flick that’s all flashy visual angst and, despite its literary pretensions, utterly inconsequential, if bloated with a fervent desire to be seen as Art. Druglord King David (rapper DMX: Cradle 2 the Grave), stabbed in an attack with desperately pseudo-Shakespearean overtones, dies a miserable … more…

The Ladykillers (review)

O Coen brothers, where art thou? Where is your deft touch, your perfect balance between the affected and the authentic? Why did you let Tom Hanks (Catch Me If You Can) channel George Clooney as Ulysses Everett McGill via Colonel Sanders? How did you manage to make stereotypes like elderly Southern black churchlady Mrs. Munson … more…

Bon Voyage (review)

As the Germans march into Paris, high society retreats to the Hotel Splendide in Bordeaux, including, among a cast of delightfully screwball characters, a half-shrewd, half-ditzy actress (the splendide Isabelle Adjani) and the politician besotted with her (a sprightly Gérard Depardieu: CQ); the scientist (Jean-Marc Stehlé) with the secret weapon that could turn the tide … more…

Taking Lives (review)

Plausibility, alas, is not a central feature of *Taking Lives,* even as FBI-agent-versus-serial-killer movies go. The scoffing cop, Paquette, one Montreal’s supposed finest, is played by Gallic supermodel-esque hunk of manliness Olivier Martinez — if you like that kind of thing — in designer clothes, even though we all know real cops all look and dress like Wojciehowicz from *Barney Miller.*

Dawn of the Dead movie review: dead again

So the lights go down and the movie starts and it’s like an assault. And my new friend Brian, who had been assuring me that I couldn’t possibly be more psyched to see this film than he was, he who had obviously made something of a hobby of zombie movies at some vulnerable point during his formative years — and it’s true; I had only seen the original Romero flick for the first time the day before — turns to me and asks plaintively, ‘I *wanted* to see this?’

Secret Window (review)

It’s all about the Depp. And hats. He pulled off the pirate tricorn smashingly, but that’s not as big a challenge as the knit ski cap he dons here, which isn’t the kind of chapeau that flatters anyone. Add nerd glasses, a ratty bathrobe, and a scruffy unshavenness, and Depp is in his glory as … more…

Broken Wings (review)

How refreshing is it to see a movie about Israel that isn’t about terrorism or religion? So refreshing that this cozy little film about domestic strife, motherly exasperation, and sibling warfare feels fresher than the much-explored ground it covers. Dafna Ulman (Orly Silbersatz Banai) struggles alone to raise her four children in a small Haifa … more…