What's black and white and brings in the green? 

What's black and white and brings in the green? 

Cultural poison...[or] a helluva lot of fun[?]...When it comes to a gore movie, there are two ways about it. 

With Ocean's Eleven, Steven Soderbergh practically stumbled into an Old-Hollywood movie. Loose-limbed camerawork nothwithstanding, Ocean's Eleven wielded an all-star cast, a zesty heist-movie script,... 

Rum should be mandatory for every man, woman, and child misguidedly attempting to make sense of the frantic Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. 

The [angel] turns out to be Stuart Smalley, parking André in front of a mirror so he can tell himself he's good enough, he's smart enough, and doggone it, people like him. 

The director lets actors do their thing, to a fault, which makes Frederick's blitzkrieg of a performance often off-putting but occasionally mesmerizing. 

How often do you see a film that's not only interested in girls' lives but equally honest about their tribulations and their potential? 

Evans makes Mr. Brooks the CEO of a box factory--because who would suspect the CEO of a box factory? Plus he's pro-life--how ironic! 

In the generally deft new anthology film Paris je t'aime, short films are like streetcars. 

Its brutal mental and physical outbursts will likely remain the most grueling screen scenes of 2007...but it's a shame Bug isn't more than it cracks up to be. 

It's a musical courtship--he on guitar, her on piano, and both in vocal harmony. It's also a scruffy cinematic sleeper with which anyone's liable to fall in love. 

As if to mock the film's all-trappings, no-sense agenda, Depp's Sparrow gets off the film's sole sign of verbal wit: 'Look! An undead monkey!' 

No one but patrons with fistfuls of dollars can save this cash grab from itself. 

Go-for-broke pop entertainment...more action, more humor, and more nastiness than either previous installment, often in loopy combinations. 

Thrives on bone-dry humor. 

Endearingly overstuffed...curiously high-strung...[but has] a pleasing sense of the absurd... 

By the time the big finish rolls around, you'll be too jaded-too worn-down by the endless, pointless red herrings--to muster an interest in whodunnit. 

If you listen closely, you can hear your brain cells fizzling. 

Everyone's favorite British agent is still good for a punch, a shag, and a quip...Casino Royale gives the reborn franchise a second chance to grow up. 

What if Hollywood made a movie with a recent Best Actress which required her, rigorously scantily-clad, to run about screaming "I'm a rational person" as if trying to convince herself it was a good i... 

Fails on the scores of credibility and originality, but since it's nearly as thrilling as it is unlikely, the picture works out to be trashy fun. 

Grindhouse isn't great cinema, but it is a genuine event picture, a rare good reason to venture out on a Friday night with a big crowd and the necessary wad of cash. 

The idea of fate having a grip on our lives hasn't exactly gone out of vogue since the days of Oedipus Rex, but the notion has been relegated mostly to romantic comedies promoting the existence of so... 

Ostensibly, the message...is the difference between an expensive house and a priceless home, but since the message is taught by a greedy psychopath, it rings a bit hollow. 

What should we expect...other than being taken for a ride? Just as Irving does, Hallstrom picks out a sexy convertible for the job. 

A creditable historical drama about those who choose to be in the world, not merely of it. 

The script's failure leaves a heavy burden on the cast, and how well they compensate is both a testament to their talent and a waste of it. 

Nicole Kidman tells the ubiquitous Will Farrell, "I think the fact that you're a hopeless mess is very refreshing," but critics are not so charitable about bad movies. 

Builds up a nice head of steam...as a warm and quirky comedy of men trying to be men in a post-feminist world...also succumbs to niggling artificialities that drain the story of credibility and genuine heft. 

Primally, 300 has a grunting, gut impact...Primarily, it's constructed of fudged history and creative slaughtering, making it a somewhat disturbing American busman's holiday. 

Reverent docudrama...to those completely unfamiliar with the case, Zodiac should be every bit as satisfying as a true-crime paperback. 

Welcome to the Lazarus Rehabilitation Center, where tarts become dear hearts since 2007...Mandinga to Maria--that's our motto. 

Ably performed and effective as an old-fashioned war movie. 

While it's intermittently amusing, none of this was appointment television to begin with, so it's hard to imagine big crowds shelling out for it at the multiplex. 

The perfect film for all those delusional, self-entitled American Idol rejects...darn it, this is America, where any man can lead a horse around his ranch in a spacesuit... 

Though the holes were rather small, I had to count them all. Now we know how many holes it takes to fill The Number 23. 

If you've ever stared into the Stepford-blank visage of a beauty-pageant competitor--with its frozen, unyielding smile--you may have some idea of what to expect. 

The Bulk(e)ly brothers repeat The Zodiac's famous quotation "I am waiting for a good movie about me" with an ironic lack of self-reflection. 

Ray isn't beyond teasing out implications from his true stories, but he's also smart enough to know where to quit, allowing the viewer to resolve the whys and wherefores. 

Call this the Legend of the 500-Mile Pothole. 