Giving a four-star performance in a three-star movie, Jamie Foxx embodies Ray Charles to a degree that should propel him to Oscar status. As for the movie: what it lacks in subtlety it makes up for in non-stop musical hits and a fine supporting cast.
Standard, styleless revenge fantasy takes a Marvel Comics character who is neither super nor a hero and strands him in a by-the-numbers violence-begets-violence plot against another one of those maniacal John Travolta villains.
Adam Sandler gives a genuine, heartfelt performance in writer-director P.T. Anderson’s amusing but pointlessly peculiar romantic comedy.
Routine, at times tedious, hostage thriller which fails to generate any tension or star chemistry.
Hayao Miyazaki’s eco-friendly animated fable about animal gods and those damn humans bent on destroying the environment is made bearable by some trademark anime limb-severing violence. Whatever you do, skip the laughable English re-dub.
Director-star Ed Harris brings painter Jackson Pollock to vivid life in an intense labor-of-love which is full of wonderful and occasionally repetitive moments.
Director Sean Penn’s trademark self-indulgence overwhelms this dark, cynical meditation on aging and obsession, which features a welcomed vulnerable performance by Jack Nicholson.
Pointless, predictable and ultimately frustrating ‘reimagining’ of the 60s sci-fi classic that’s heavy on the make-up and light on the imagination.
A pirate movie based on a Disney attraction is overblown to nearly epic proportions. Thankfully, Johnny Depp’s performance keeps things interesting.
Joel Schumacher’s morality play – in which a sleazy publicist finds himself sniper bait in Manhattan’s last remaining phone booth – should have been a half hour Twilight Zone episode. Despite the Bronx-by-way-of-Dublin accent, Colin Farrell acquits himself well as the poor sap nailed to the cross-hairs.
