Flinty-faced youngster Saoirse Ronan (looking alarmingly like a young Lara Flynn Boyle) gets her shot as an action heroine in this survival/road trip story set in England after London has been nuked. Who is responsible doesn't matter much, because the sphere of that action is wonderfully small-scale and ordinary: a …
Documentarists Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman (The Celluloid Closet, Common Threads, et al.) try their hands at narrative film, or docudrama, or maybe just simulated documentary, showing little storytelling sense. The central action, if one can be pinpointed, is the 1957 obscenity trial of the publisher of Allen Ginsberg’s titular …
An epidemic of lycanthropy in and around a culty psychiatric clinic in Northern California. Slow to get going, and toward the end, if not sooner, it is drawing more off Invasion of the Body Snatchers than off werewolf legends. Numerous tangential allusions to the subject — a mention of Wolfman …
Hayao Miyazaki, the doyen of anime, creates here a dreamworld that doesn't so much pull the spectator into it as push him towards his own: more snore than howl. It certainly doesn't lack for imaginative detail. On the contrary, it could have made do with a little less. The titular …
Hayao Miyazaki, the doyen of anime, creates here a dreamworld that doesn't so much pull the spectator into it as push him towards his own: more snore than howl. It certainly doesn't lack for imaginative detail. On the contrary, it could have made do with a little less. The titular …
Hayao Miyazaki, the doyen of anime, creates here a dreamworld that doesn't so much pull the spectator into it as push him towards his own: more snore than howl. It certainly doesn't lack for imaginative detail. On the contrary, it could have made do with a little less. The titular …
Hayao Miyazaki, the doyen of anime, creates here a dreamworld that doesn't so much pull the spectator into it as push him towards his own: more snore than howl. It certainly doesn't lack for imaginative detail. On the contrary, it could have made do with a little less. The titular …
She move pretty good. Her name Rutina Wesley, step-dancin’ fool. But she have troubles, man, big troubles. Her sister O.D., and she drop out of school and go back to the hood, and her only way out be the Step Monster competition in D-Town, fifty G’s on the line. And …
Flimsy feminine dream-weaving, backed by choruses of full-throated cheerleading, from the Terry McMillan novel. Angela Bassett, who starred also in the screen adaptation of the author's Waiting to Exhale, looks strong enough to have endured something more than the phony break-away obstacles thrown in her path as a Type A …
A major ouch. The kiddie-lit holiday homily — "Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store./ Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more" — illustrated in theme-park sets and costumes (rodenty snouts on all the citizens of Whoville save the little heroine, Taylor Momsen, and Christine Baranski). Jim Carrey, as …
The cuddly as a cactus Grinch (with termites in his smile and garlic in his soul) tries to wipe out Christmas for the cheerful Civilians in Whoville, only to discover: maybe Christmas, he thought doesn't come from as store. Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more!