Women in Trouble (review)

Apparently, in Gutierrez’s mind, expanding the range of humanity available to women on film means they can be porn stars or prostitutes, they can be neurotic and indecisive, they’re all almost certainly suvivors of physical and emotional abuse, and they can be catastrophically dumb…

A Christmas Carol (review)

Robert Zemeckis appears to have given up making fantasies for grownups in favor of making theme-park attractions designed to do nothing more than shut the kiddies up for 90 minutes, if they can sit still for that long for the dazzling…

Couples Retreat (review)

Maybe it’s pointless to complain about the shocking lack of elegance to an instantly forgettable bit of multiplex fluff like *Couples Retreat.* It’s like complaining about the food at Applebee’s…

I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell (review)

Here’s the thing about Tucker Max: He’s a child. A toddler. A three-year-old screaming, ‘Poopie, poopie, POOPIE!” at the top of his lungs in the middle of the supermarket in the hopes of getting a reaction out of his embarrassed mother.

All About Steve (review)

Memo to Sandra Bullock, star and producer of *All About Steve*: When people complain about how there aren’t enough roles for “older” women in Hollywood, I don’t think they were thinking that this was the solution.

Extract (review)

Mike Judge doesn’t do anything for no reason, but there’s a depressing sense of aimlessness, or not-knowing-what-he-wants-to-say-ishness to *Extract8 that is extra disappointing coming from this filmmaker, who has been so pointed and so clever up till now.