An extraordinary reminder of our place in the world comes in the form of an intimate documentary from Swedish filmmaker Mikael Kristersson. Kestrel’s Eye follows a pair of smallish gray-and-brown falcons through the course of most of a year as they nest in a 13th-century church on the fringes of suburban Sweden. Kestrel’s Eye isn’t like any nature film you’ve ever seen on The Discovery Channel or PBS — Kristersson doesn’t distract us with narration or background music. This isn’t about humans observing birds and reporting on what they see — this is about learning to see the world from the viewpoint of a kestrel.

Now, from the producer of TV’s Grizzly Adams and the writer/director of Swiss Family Robinson, comes Grizzly Falls, an old-fashioned family film in a similar style. There’s lots of bears in this one, and kids will be thrilled with the adventure and the intimate focus on the majestic animals.

My Dog Skip is, in many ways, like Toy Story and its sequel: it’s a movie about childhood that, while totally appropriate for children, is probably going to affect adults much more than the kids that accompany them to the theater. No matter how rotten our childhoods (see Angela’s Ashes), most of us can look back and find some kind of sweetness in the memory of it: in making exciting new discoveries every day about ourselves and the world, in making new friends, and even in the bittersweet memory of becoming self-aware enough to realize that childhood is slipping away.

I haven’t really been able to figure about what it is about Angela’s Ashes that left me so cold. It’s certainly a handsome production, and well acted — in fact, it’s got ‘production values’ coming out the wazoo. Costumes, music, locations and sets, lighting, cinematography — all demand for Oscar to stand up and pay attention. And maybe that’s part of the problem: maybe too much attention was paid to detail and to getting everything to look and sound just so. Perhaps in the construction of Angela’s Ashes: Academy Award Winning Movie, any genuine feeling that might have been there in the beginning got lost along the way.

Director Simon West demonstrated his misogynistic tendencies with Con Air, an absurd carnival of a movie with no use for anyone not male and macho and a particular disdain for women and gays. With The General’s Daughter, West moves into the realm of the less overtly bombastic, but while Daughter might have a glossier veneer than Con Air does, but it’s just as disturbing once you peel away the shiny top layers.

Supernova is just like Alien, only not good. Following the standard issue SF plot No. 42, a bunch of people (1) out in the middle of nowhere on a spaceship (2) get picked off one by one by Something Evil (3). Here (1) is some sex-crazed paramedics, (2) is the hospital ship Nightingale, and (3) is a phallic-looking alien thingamajig.

Please, somebody keep David E. Kelley away from the big screen. His Mystery, Alaska was saved — barely — by a cast that refused to let their screenwriter get away with sappy melodrama. I don’t know what the cast of Lake Placid was thinking — they probably just kept their minds on their paychecks. In Lake Placid, Kelley’s attempt at horror comedy that is neither scary nor funny, what passes for lighthearted banter is downright disgraceful, and the miserable-looking cast seems powerless to do anything about it.

The script may be a mess, but to be fair to Pullman, it is nicely directed. It’s probably hard to shoot an ugly movie in gorgeous Big Sky country (Alberta stands in for Wyoming here), but vast locations like this can be greatly diminished on television. Pullman, though, eschews static shots of beautiful scenery and keeps his camera moving over his boundless outdoors settings.