Rachel McAdams

Like Heathers with the edges filed down a bit...the kind of smooth, clever (and rare) entertainment that critics and audiences can all enjoy, guilt-free.

Seen with forgiving eyes, Wedding Crashers is trashy, raunchy fun.

Wes Craven banishes the memory of Cursed to bring us a lean thriller that's just right for armrest-gripping.

[A] pleasingly off-kilter domestic comedy.

The annoyance of its Screenwriting 101 script is hard to overcome, but The Lucky Ones just about works in spite of itself, as an actor’s showcase.

Macdonald shifts the emphasis to highlight a moment when declining readership and corporate bottom lines threaten the tradition of print journalism.

The Notebook with a sci-fi twist...this love story made up of signs and wonders suggests to savor the time you have.

It's about what makes these particular personalities tick, what draws them to the madness of theater, and the eternal conflict of art and commerce.

Are you a nihilist? Trouble finding a way to bring satisfaction to a Friday night in the void of meaningless suffering that is your universe? Well, do I have the movie for you.

Smart and stinging, Spotlight excels not only in depicting the stonewalling around the scandal but also the double-talk conversations from within and without the Globe that don’t say—but don’t not say—'Don’t go there

Doctor Strange looks at urban architecture through a twisting digital kaleidoscope, next-stepping from Inception to an M.C. Escher-esque action aesthetic that amounts to three-dimensional chess. 

Just manages to sustain its 'is it real or is it a game?' tension through to its climactic twists.

A legit comeback for Raimi...He meets the moment with the good ol' Raimi dynamism and winking movie-love savvy.