Predators (review)

Sort of a Xerox copy of the 1987 *Predator,* with the only point perhaps establishing Adrien Brody’s action creds, in case that Oscar for *The Pianist* starts holding him back from getting good work.

The Last Airbender (review)

Shyamalan wanted to leave us shaking our heads and marveling at a terribleness that was not merely terrible, but a terribleness that leaves you astonished at just how very, very terrible it is.

Grown Ups (review)

Is it too overblown to suggest that what passes for the modern American mainstream comedy has finally descended into the downright sociopathic?

I Am Love (review)

Tilda Swinton, matriarch of a ridiculously wealthy Milan family, has sex with a man not her husband. And she *likes* it. So she must be punished.