Atonement (review)

Yes, it’s a romance, like all the ads are saying: a rapturous one, a glorious one, the best since *The English Patient* or *Gone With the Wind* or whatever classic the TV commercials are likening *Atonement* to in tones of hushed, awed respect.

The Bucket List (review)

I was *not* crying, I tell you, *not* crying by the end of *The Bucket List.* It’s just that the screening room was hot and dry and my eyes were itchy.

There Will Be Blood (review)

*There Will Be Blood* slaps you in the face. It’s Joe Pesci in *Goodfellas* raging, “Do I amuse you? Do I entertain you?” in that way that suggests that it could not give two figs what you think of it.