Aaron Eckhart is perfect in Jason Reitman’s dark satire about Big Tobacco and the public who loves them.
The folks behind the Matrix franchise try to branch out, but they shouldn’t have bothered.
Refreshingly faithful but maddeningly uneven adaptation of the classic Alan Moore graphic novel about a masked man reigning terror on a totalitarian London.
Dave Chappelle’s celebration of, well, celebrating is like one of those great parties where you never get to spend enough time with anyone.
Like a good Sidney Lumet movie without the social resonance, director Richard Donner’s return to the interracial buddy movie is solid if ultimately forgettable.
Idiots walk through a desert believing they are evolving into higher beings. You can either doze off or throw things at the screen.
Director Richard Donner knows action. Unfortunately there’s nothing else here.
Writer-director Kurt Wimmer manages to waste both Milla Jovovich and 88 minutes of your time.
Judi Dench is lights out perfect in this tale based on the true story of the Windmill Theatre in London in the 30s.
When divorce hits a Brooklyn family their lives are tossed off the rails and all of them are free-wheeling and without brakes.
