Casi casi (review)
All that distinguishes this slight, awkward teen comedy from the slew of *Saved by the Bell* knockoffs that populates cable TV aimed at kids is its Latino cast and Spanish-language dialogue.
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Mr. Brooks (review)
Serial killers are people too, with hopes and dreams and loving spouses and kids who drive them crazy. That’s the repulsive theme of this revolting film.
Knocked Up (review)
The problem is not that *Knocked Up* is “liberal” because it’s about casual sex and having a baby out of wedlock. The problem is that it is horribly conservative about embracing and enjoying an adult version of sexuality that has moved beyond dorm-room-esque groping.
Severance (review)
British filmmaker Christopher Smith brings us one of the more outrageous black comedy/horror flicks I’ve ever seen…
Jindabyne (review)
With its cold brilliance and delicate aloofness, this is a movie you can hold aloft to recognize and examine its many intellectual facets in hard light, but it will never make you feel anything.
Gracie (review)
There’s not a lot wrong with this feel-good sports drama except that it’s much like the 873 other feel-good sport dramas we’ve seen this year. I like it anyway, for its go-girl spunk and tenderly solemn spirit.
Private Fears in Public Places (review)
Oh, I know I’m supposed to be ecstatic because it’s from French New Wave director Alain Resnais, but all I can think is that it should be called *Six Characters in Search of a Reason Why I Should Care.*
Free Zone (review)
A film of unexpected power and strange tenderness…
Bug (review)
*Bug* isn’t entirely as ooky-spooky as it thinks it is — the more it embraces its ethos of nervous paranoia and conspiracy-spiked secrecy, the less satisfying it becomes, as if putting a concrete name to the madness somehow makes it less mad.
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End (review)
Oh, thank the gods. Thank crazy Walt Disney’s head in a cryogenic freezer. Thank the army of producers and FX geeks and writers and cast and studio execs and focus-group gurus and everyone else who made this prepackaged, ready-for-synergy-marketing, lowest-common-denominator junk cinema the most cheesalicious, escape-a-riffic it could be.
