Al Gore takes us through his hot and scary vision of the immediate future.
Not quite as bad as the sequel, this third installment is a return to form for a franchise that wasn’t in particularly good shape to begin with.
There are moments of pure bliss in the Robert Altman/Garrison Keillor nostalgic tribute to Midwestern Americana.
The story of two lovers linked through time by a magic mailbox is given a sappy, melodramatic treatment. Still, it’s good to see Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock together again.
The rare Pixar film where the story doesn’t live up to the brilliant animation.
Our old friend Damien returns in a near carbon copy of the original. That is good and bad.
Unnecessary remake does little to explain its own existence, let alone improve on the original.
Ill-conceived romantic comedy breaks up the lead couple without ever explaining why they were together to begin with.
Who would have thought 90 minutes of Al Gore giving what is essentially a Powerpoint presentation about global warming could be so effective? This is an important film if you have any doubt that global warming is real and that we’re in a lot of trouble.
Uber-producer Luc Besson churns out another effectively diverting martial arts extravaganza, this one featuring the French fighting discipline Parkour.
