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If there is anything good or — as some people believe — holy about the icon that Elvis Presley has become, then 3000 Miles to Graceland does not deceive in its title: this sadistic, ridiculously brutal movie is far, far removed from any ideal that the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll represents. If Elvis were dead, he’d be rolling in his grave, knowing that this, a new depth in filmmaking atrocity, was perpetuated in his name.

It’s easy to laugh at the religious reverence with which some people approach Elvis Presley, and it’s easy to laugh at the little myths that have grown up around the Elvis legend — how he healed a woman there, lent a helping hand to a man there. But he and they are really no less and no more silly than any other inspirational figure or guiding parables the desolate and confused turn to for succor. And Finding Graceland may be the first film to treat these kinds of delusions as the harmless — and even beneficial — fantasies that they are.

Logic doesn’t enter into it. You have to feel it, be swept away by the utter nonsense of it all. But with Sweet November, you have to be willing to leave at home not only your brain but also your sense of what constitutes romance. Come fully equipped, and you’ll be gnashing your teeth and pulling your hair before the first reel ends.

Autumn in New York is the first movie written by a committee from the Greeting Card Writers Association of America. The ‘Sorry to hear about your fatal heart condition…’ team got together with the ‘So, now that your tomcatting days are over…’ squad and decided they could do as well as anyone else in Hollywood these days.

Or The Adventures of Adam Sandler’s Younger Brother. Is it just me, or does piefucker Jason Biggs look like a younger, even blander version of the King of Dorks? Biggs digs himself even deeper into a Sandler-brand morass of pain-and-humiliation comedy with this relentlessly juvenile, thoroughly witless excuse for a movie. How hopeless a pushover … more…

Get a bunch of actor pals together, give ’em a loose story framework, turn on a camera, and let ‘er rip. Is this any way to make a movie? The writing/directing team of Dominic Anciano and Ray Burdis have done it a few times, and the result here is an absurdist Mob comedy that’s like … more…

This 1970’s coming-of-age tale isn’t nearly as bad as you’ve heard — in fact, it’s rather good. Hippie Faith (Cameron Diaz: Charlie’s Angels) and artist Dad (Patrick Bergin) were the free spirits of the O’Connor family, propping up each other’s dreams; little sis Phoebe (Jordana Brewster: The Faculty) and Mom (Blythe Danner: Meet the Parents) … more…

It’s hard to believe that William Petersen didn’t become a bigger star than the character actor he is today — his almost Russell Crowe-like intensity is what keeps Manhunter so absorbing through its slow buildup.

Lecter is no longer Lecter but a cardboard cutout of Lecter. And Starling, in her stubborn dedication to catch Lecter, is no longer Starling but a cardboard cutout of Starling. It’s neither actor’s fault — Hopkins is obviously having a ball, and Moore picks up confidently where Foster left off.

Amy is eight years old, vivacious and creative… and apparently deaf and mute since she witnessed the horrible death of her beloved father, a rock musician, three years earlier. Her mother, Tanya, withdrew from the world in her own way, hiding out with her daughter on a remote Australian farm. But when child welfare agents … more…