It’s sort of obvious in that Robert Redford-y way we’ve come to know of late: the rugged, wounded, horse-whispering nonsmoking Marlboro Man coming to terms with Life, the Universe, and Everything, particularly his own cantankerousness. But obviousness be damned. The insights into the kind of caged personal hells too many of us live in many … more…

If you’ve seen one supernatural love story, then you’ve already seen *Just Like Heaven,* which is as instantly bland and forgettable as its title. It’s *Ghost* meets *While You Were Sleeping* plus *City of Angels,* with some *Topper* and *All of Me* thrown in because, why not? It’s not as if originality is a virtue in Hollywood…

Charles Ross stands on a black-box stage, dressed entirely in black, sans props and indeed any theatrical support of any kind beyond some simple lighting changes, and he brings to life the *Star Wars* trilogy in a way that, to devoted fans, is instantly recognizable at the same time that it is Ross’s own uniquely insane vision. His *One-Man Star Wars Trilogy* is a triumph of fannish adoration, of snarky commentary, of offbeat theater.

Picture the scene. A police interrogation room. The lighting is harsh. The chairs are hard. Miguel Ferrer is the badass internal affairs guy. Samuel L. Jackson is the rogue ATF agent who breaks rules but gets the job done. Ferrer thinks Jackson is dirty, is riding him hard, is gonna bring him down, dammit! Jackson goes nuclear in Ferrer’s face — he ain’t gonna take this shit no more!

The Transporter was downright adorable, a Maxim–ized cocktail of martial arts, stunt driving, and curiously circumspect sex — nothing you could get roaring drunk on, more a predinner aperitif with which to toast how absurdly easy it is to entertain boys and young men 13 to 24 years of age. Even star Jason Statham (Snatch), … more…

When a studio declines to release a completed film, that’s the honchos saying that they don’t want to throw good money after bad, that they believe that despite an already enormous investment in the production of the film, it’s still not worth the additional dough to promote it, create a couple thousand prints, and ship those prints out to theaters around the country.