The Namesake (review)
If you’re not a basketcase of sobby, sloppy tears of sadness and joy by the end of *The Namesake,* then I don’t know what’s wrong with you.
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The Real Middle Earth (review)
Completeist fans of The Lord of the Rings are the only ones who’ll get much kick out of this dry documentary about author J.R.R. Tolkien and where he may have found inspiration for his fantasy epic. Tolkien scholars discuss the English place names and landmarks the author would have encountered during his childhood in the … more…
Comeback Season (review)
The most potentially intriguing aspect at work here is the fact that this straight-to-DVD release was directed by Bruce McCullough (Dog Park), late of Kids in the Hall. Too bad there isn’t even a hint of the kind of subversiveness and refusal to be ordinary that characterized the work of that wickedly funny comedy troupe. … more…
The Last Mimzy (review)
Sweet, smart, and tender: you can’t say that about too many science-fiction movies. But this one will delight kids and adults alike with its expansive sense of wonder…
Reign Over Me (review)
Sandler is one monotone note here: dead-eyed hollowness standing in for grief…
TMNT (review)
It takes it all so darn seriously that you can’t even lose yourself in its goofiness…
Pride (review)
There’s not a single thing original or surprising here, except how sincerely touching ‘Pride’ ends up being anyway.
An Unreasonable Man (review)
Did Ralph Nader ‘spoil’ the 2000 presidential election? How you answer that question may impact how you feel about this rehabilitory biographical documentary by filmmakers Henriette Mantel and Steve Skrovan, which seeks to take back the positive image and good name of the dedicated consumer advocate of long decades from the mud in which it has become mired in recent years. Does it succeed? Beautifully.
Premonition (review)
You know those “In a world where…” movie trailers? Well, *Premonition*’s would start out: “In a world where no one has ever seen *Groundhog Day*…”
I Think I Love My Wife (review)
I am not the audience for this flick. I don’t need a tortured justification that the choices I made are the “right” ones no matter how unhappy I am about them. I don’t need the release of laughing at my own suffering.
