Superlative fright-fest featuring Will Smith at the top of his game as the last human survivor in a Manhattan full of night-dwelling mutants.
Raunchy, often hysterical parody of overplayed musical biopics ironically sags just when its targets do but hits several right notes thanks to the sturdy presence of John C. Reilly as a none-too-subtle riff on the Man in Black.
There’s more than enough blood, guts and yes, glory to go around in Tim Burton’s masterful big-screen spin of the culty musical “Sweeney Todd.” The results? To die for.
Director Joe Wright’s core-shaking romantic epic makes all the right moves and has something for just about everyone. Finally, a new love story worth falling in love with.
Writer-director Chris Weitz winnows down Philip Pullman’s dense, unwieldy universe into a zippy, if not entirely thrilling, two hours.
Frank Langella is superb in this modest, awkwardly-titled indie about an aging writer and the grad student researching him.
In a perfect match of director and subject, artist Julian Schnabel adapts the memoir by late "Elle" editor Jean-Dominique Bauby into a compelling and intense look at one man’s experience with locked-in syndrome.
It’s 1977 in Argentina and innocents are being taken hostage. You’ll know the feeling by the time you exit the theater.
Disjointed tale of a Scottish lad and his beloved sea pet can’t decide if it wants to be uber-preachy or just plain creepy. So it aims for both.
Noah Baumbach’s squirm-inducing, pleasingly catty film is likely to entice viewers – almost in spite of itself.
