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.

The American (review)

I was certain that there was no movie that I could not endure if it meant I could gaze at George Clooney for two hours. I was wrong.