Jean Cocteau’s classic 1946 fantasy is back in a stunning restored print, complete with a new digital soundtrack, that deserves to be seen by every fan of beautiful film — a chance to drink in the gorgeous, silvery black-and-white cinematography is reason enough not to miss this. The clear and direct inspiration for Disney’s 1991 … more…

I suspect it’s brilliant, though, partly because if I myself find anything worth worshipping, it’s the creative genius of people like M. Night Shyamalan, at whose feet I am not worthy to grovel.

There’s a big corner office in Hell in which Satan is throwing up his hands in surrender, is firing his R&D people, and has decided he will just screen *The Master of Disguise* 24/7.

Personality is what’s really missing in *I Am Trying* — frontman Jeff Tweedy is, like many creative people, introspective and tight-lipped about himself, which keeps the level of onscreen excitement to a bare minimum — while *24 Hour Party People* exudes a veritable surfeit of such. There’s nothing quite as amusing as watching the rise and fall of an arrogant prick whose both delusional and visionary, and that’s what *Party People* is all about.

I want to make a lame joke that ends with Does a bear crap in the woods?, but all the bear crap is up on the screen.

He’s back. And you either find him groovy, or you don’t. If you don’t, there’s not much point in checking out *Austin Powers in Goldmember,* because it’s all the same old stuff. But you dig his schtick, then yeah, baby!

The second outing with E.B. White’s beloved mouse pulls off the rare feat of surpassing its excellent predecessor in all aspects, though once again the story is simple enough for small children to grasp yet so delightful that adults can’t help but cheer, too. This time out, the CGI-animated Stuart (the voice of Michael J. … more…

The dusty Western town. The mysterious deaths. The creepy caves filled with unbreatheable air. The horny teenagers. The know-it-all science geek. The goofball sheriff’s deputy. The phone lines that go down. And the giant spider responsible for it all. Well, except for the teenagers, who are horny on their own. Oh, and, um, the geek and the goofball. They’ve got no one to blame, either.