Dennis Quaid

[Quaid:] It’s like a process of osmosis...I was thrown into the place, and I was just trying to soak in as much as I could from the farmers, from the feel of the place where we were at...

Could global warming lead, in our lifetimes, to a superstorm and the New Ice Age? Roland Emmerich's The Day After Tomorrow says: sure, why not?

Has a pleasant whiff of Capra about it, with its accessible story, good humor, and insinuating themes.

Flatly retells a high-concept Boy's Life adventure story that's hard to break, but easy to bleed of its significance.

Plays like a giant warning to get out of town before Cheaper by the Dozen 2 opens.

Not everything works in this semi-audacious challenge to the American Dream, but Weitz consistently and amusingly hits the broad side of the barn.

Asks us to believe the terrorists would, after slaughtering countless people, risk their entire plan—and their very lives—on...well, I won't say. But from my vantage point, it was ridiculous.

Like a biography plucked from the shelf of a grade-school library...includes ample inspiration and sufficient history to get to its destination in "express" fashion.

Stone isn't interested in merely bashing modern football: Any Given Sunday looks at the best and worst of the sport.

Very nearly everything that's wrong with Hollywood, but darn if it won't give an action-hungry audience its money's worth. It's ridiculous, it's stoopid, and it puts its planes in the air like it just don't care.

Hill's lean, mean approach never had a more appealing texture than it does here...

Faith-based...With its sports-movie structure and Hollywood production values, Soul Surfer is a creditable crossover picture; it just could've done with more nuance.

A fairly straightforward yarn with bluntly articulated themes of Regret, Guilt, Misplaced Trust, and the Vagaries of Fate.

Works best when it sticks close to Henry, whose broad grin fails to mask a growing desperation. Quaid not only makes a believably corn-fed patriarch, but he captures the mien of one who is slowly ceding his soul...

Another day at the Romantic Comedy Factory:
'...Pull me down a Gerard Butler and a Jessica Biel, will ya?'

Though the [film]...cannot pretend to be free of its own leanings, Vanderbilt allows a reading of Mapes’ tragic errors amidst its melancholy diagnosing of TV-news’ slow, painful death march from the public trust into modern corporate product.

In this sort of Quantum Leap for dogs, a soulful, gender-confused, repeatedly reincarnated canine goes on a magical journey of Hollywood formula. Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure manipulation.