Secret Smile (review)

If you love David Tennant and don’t want to have to take a toothbrush to your brain to excise images of him as a creep on orders of magnitude both deranged and criminal, then skip ‘Secret Smile.’

Shaun of the Dead (review)

I mean, who, precisely, said you couldn’t have a zombie romantic comedy? Why can’t the male lead express his undying devotion for his ladylove by bashing dead people in the head with a cricket bat? Honestly, isn’t the real question: Why did it take so long for someone to combine the meet-cute with the undead feasting on entrails?