Artie Lange, the Karate Kid and some loser drunks play softball.
Evangelists attempt to move America towards Jesus using children as the primary tool.
After a decade-long lull, Martin Scorsese returns to form with a taut remake about two cops working on either side of the law to bring down a notorious kingpin, played with age-defying glee by Jack Nicholson.
When the new housekeeper comes to the sleepy village she dishes out some eternal naps.
Bafflingly awful adaptation of the Mitch Cullin novel from typically-visionary director Terry Gilliam.
Beautiful but relentlessly grim fairytale about a young girl who finds refuge in a world of mythical creatures at the end of the Spanish Civil War.
Getting to a movie early gets you a good seat, and twenty minutes of mind-numbing ads.
Jet Li’s (supposedly) final martial arts film is also one of his best, that rare marriage of story and action that works.
Reverent documentary about the hardcore punk music scene from 1980-86 is as messy and unfocused as the movement it holds so dear. Just as it should be.
Stilted mess of a noir by Brian De Palma only loosely tied to the infamous Los Angeles murder case.
