Moneyball (review)

I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.

The Tree of Life (review)

Tree of life? Tree of sanctimonious mopey male egotism disguised as a search for meaning, more like. Or a search for God. Or for nostalgia. Or for innocence. Or for Mom. Or for something.

Megamind (review)

I like superhero stories that play with the tropes… and if such a story can take us to new places within a genre that seems like it must be totally played out by now, even better still. It turns out that Megamind is, in fact, just that kind of movie.