The Dark Knight movie review: dim hope
Everything about this is wrong.
Everything about this is wrong.

This appears to be a movie about an incident that occurs to a certain number of people across a particular region consisting of a few states.
If you love David Tennant and don’t want to have to take a toothbrush to your brain to excise images of him as a creep on orders of magnitude both deranged and criminal, then skip ‘Secret Smile.’
A beautiful film about the waning years of British ugliness in India…
Imagine if Laurel and Hardy were Irish hitmen caught in a web of existential angst…

I wouldn’t want to live in the world of ‘The Bank Job,’ in which absolutely everyone is corrupt except for the bad guys. Wait: I guess we already do. Sure, of course we do, cuz this is based on a true story…
These kids today, with their funky step dancing and their vibrant street culture and their desperate attempts to raise tuition for private school. Where did we go wrong with them?

There Will Be Blood slaps you in the face. It’s Joe Pesci in Goodfellas raging, “Do I amuse you? Do I entertain you?” in that way that suggests that it could not give two figs what you think of it.

Do not believe those TV ads that make this look like the goofy romantic lark of the holiday season. This is not a comedy, and it is no lark.

Frank Darabont’s adaptations of Stephen King’s writings are not just some of the best mountings of the writer’s work but some of the best films, period, of recent years. So I don’t think it’s too outrageous — or too surprising — to say that ‘The Mist’ is not only one of the best movies of 2007, it’s one of the best horror movies ever made. Period.