Frankenweenie (review)

The Tim Burton-est movie in a long while, not merely because it embodies all those wonderfully weird and humanist Burton attitudes but also because only Burton would think to make a stop-motion film in glorious, creamy, black-and-white.

Charlie St. Cloud (review)

Poor Zac Efron: he’s at that awkward Movie Star stage. He’s got It: that indefinable onscreen charisma. But Hollywood doesn’t have a lot of options for him while he’s stuck in the postadolescent, not-quite-grownup phase.