Salt (review)

*Salt* works. As in breathless-nonstop–action-intensity works. Oh, sure, it’s nutty-as-a-fruitcake insane at the same time, but being this hugely entertaining goes a long way toward making you not want to laugh at it.

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (review)

Lo and behold and WTF, here’s adorkable Jay Baruchel getting molested by dancing mops as the literal replication of a 70-year-old cartoon forces its way into a movie where it clashes tonally, interrupts the plot, and just plain makes no sense.

The Greatest (review)

First-time writer-director Shana Feste has made a wise, insightful movie about family, grief, and how awful and how wonderful it is to discover that life goes on after someone you love dies.

Cyrus (review)

Behold mumblecore! It’s just like regular-movie-core, but with hipster cred. Except it’s just more of the same old shit roughed up around the edges…

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.