Eat Pray Love (review)
There’s something ridiculously and deeply sad about what Eat Pray Love reveals about the deprived lives American women lead…
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The Ghost Writer (aka The Ghost) (review)
This is what I am profoundly grateful for: Roman Polanski’s elegant, gripping thriller The Ghost Writer is not about teenaged girls, not in any way at all.
The Expendables (review)
‘Bad Shakespeare,’ one badass notes with a sad shake of his head at a particularly cheesy revelation about the other badass standing in front of him, and that’s the moment when a little bell in my head went off: Bingo.
Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (review)
It’s *Twilight* for boys…
The Secret in Their Eyes (review)
This year’s Oscar winner for Best Foreign Language Film is a seductive film noir, a lonely love story, a cautionary tale about taking a quest for justice too far, and more…
Holy Rollers (review)
It’s a familiar story — Nice Kid gets mixed up in Bad Things — but as first-time feature director Kevin Asch tells it, there’s extra potency to the contrast between the Nice and the Bad.
Step Up 3D movie review: stumbles and missteps
I can’t say there are lots of reasons to love Step Up 3D, but there are good reasons not to hate it.
The Other Guys movie review: cops and bunglers
It’s all absurd and overblown and — most importantly — consistently so through to the end.
Middle Men (review)
Ever since he was a kid, Jack Harris never wanted to be a pornographer…
Charlie St. Cloud (review)
Poor Zac Efron: he’s at that awkward Movie Star stage. He’s got It: that indefinable onscreen charisma. But Hollywood doesn’t have a lot of options for him while he’s stuck in the postadolescent, not-quite-grownup phase.
