All articles by Karen Dahlstrom

An interesting take on the young hero saga, made eye-rollingly tedious by the ham-handed direction of Chris Columbus.

Mel Gibson returns to remind the world of the qualities that made him famous in the first place: kickin’ ass and takin’ names.

Overlong, flabby and unfocused, this musical version of Fellini’s "8 1/2" is woefully tone-deaf.

Tepid, two-dimensional and decidedly homogenous, this Big Apple-based follow-up to "Paris je t’aime" is about as representative of the New York experience as a Statue of Liberty snow globe. And as romantic.

The Coen Brothers leave us scratching our heads with this low-budget, no-name, inscrutable black comedy set in 1967 Minnesota.

A notable cast, a respected director “• and a complete waste of time.

A pleasant but bland "comedy" from the master of repression, Ang Lee.

Meryl Streep turns in a brilliant performance as the late Julia Child. Too bad she couldn’t have the whole movie to herself.

Charlyne Yi’s charming pseudo-documentary about the nature of love is a surprising breath of fresh air.