Danny Glover

Wait for iiittt...yes, there's Allen lifting his leg to pee. I checked my watch when the sound of Baja Men's "Who Let the Dogs Out?" surrounded me: fifty minutes in.

If you can be satisfied skipping along its surface, Dreamgirls fulfills its splashy, superficial promise of glitter, glamour, and sass.

A kid's movie for adults, a charming notion for a time of postmodern ennui.

Remains the gold standard for the TV miniseries format...stands among the best Western films ever made.

Undeniably bad, but sort of a nice try.

If The Next Level plays fast and loose, it also makes an effort to prompt viewers to reflect not only on the freedom of fantasy, but on the fraught but essential relationship of mind and body.