Public Enemies (review)

I’m wildly intrigued by *Public Enemies* even though I readily concede that character development is all but nonexistent, and that it leaves me more wanting to know who notorious bank robber John Dillinger was than I did before I went into the film.

My Sister’s Keeper (review)

Cancer is pretty much the same as the Empire State Building or the White House getting blown up… by a fleet of invading aliens… while the beloved war-hero President escapes in the nick of time.

Summer Hours (review)

What is the value of *stuff*? Perhaps it’s not at all paradoxical that as some of us begin to reject the rampant consumerism into which our culture has descended, the idea that at least some of our crap is not crap will start to see more play.

Little Ashes (review)

Only indiscriminate vampire-swooning tweens will appreciate Robert Pattinson’s portrayal of the surrealistic Spanish painter and filmmaker Salvador Dali…