Sleepy Hollow is only loosely based on Washington Irving’s famous tale, but the liberties that Burton and screenwriter Andrew Kevin Walker take serve to make the story more than a simple and effective spookfest, exposing fears and anxieties we — and, in particular, men — still share in common with our counterparts two hundred years ago.

Already an historical document, capturing the brief, heady time during which this new medium was charted and explored by online pioneers. But that was incidental to Block’s overt intention, which was to look at how the Web has altered and continues to alter the art of human interaction. The result is fascinating, funny, and often disturbing.

Imagine these two young Xers, Aleksandar Popovski and Darko Mitrevski. They grew up in Macedonia, but it could have been anywhere. They read a lot of comic books as kids, I’m sure, and watched a lot of science fiction movies. And. I imagine, one day they said to each other, Hey, we could do that. And the result is Goodbye, 20th Century!

For while Dogma is without doubt critical of organized religions — and the Catholic Church in particular — it is also one of the most religious movies ever made, a psalm to faith imbued with a wonder and awe of God and all of God’s creation… if you believe in that kind of thing. And even if you don’t, Smith’s own deep belief (he is a practicing Catholic), overflowing from the screen, is more than enough to sweep you in and keep you enthralled for a couple hours.

The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc isn’t really bad, but, alas, it isn’t really good either. It desperately wants to be a French Braveheart, but director Luc Besson is no Mel Gibson. And neither is star Milla Jovovich.

The Silence of the Lambs is one of the most effective thrillers ever made (and the only film of its kind ever to win an Academy Award for Best Picture). As often as it’s imitated, no movie has come close to replicating the intensity, the dread, and the feeling that the viewer is in the company of evil… until now. I’m not referring to The Bone Collector, despite what some people are saying. I’m talking about a little independent film called Oxygen.

Like writer/director Mike Judge’s previous endeavors — TV’s King of the Hill and Beavis and Butt-Head — Office Space, his first live-action film is, at first glance, lightweight and slight, if highly amusing. But lurking beneath the sitcom surface is pointedly drawn satire that uses the tiniest of minutia of an ordinary, well-known environment — like KOTH’s middle-class suburb or, here, the corporate workplace — to throw into sharp focus the things that we all love, hate, and love to hate about everyday American life in the 90s.