Bob Hoskins

The Dickensian trials of a poor shackled martial artist, but save your great expectations for the next summer action movie.

The diminished return of the English striptease comedies...neither swanky nor funny enough to entertain, and Sherman's shallow script never earns its melodramatic turns.

In what may be the single most damaging performance in any film this year, Affleck puts on extra pounds, a fake honker, and a horrifyingly bad debonair act.

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

A convincing blend of Shakespearean tragedy and Citizen Kane, Nixon paints the thirty-seventh President of the United States as a uniquely American tragic hero...

Call me a Scrooge, but I'll pass on this synthetic version of that most humanistic of tales.

As a study of social façades as a means of social climbing, and as a character study of Hoskins' would-be angel, Mona Lisa excels...

The screw-turning plot is great fodder for Hoskins and Mirren, who expertly calibrate their stressed-out character arcs.

While the story of these striking seat-cover seamstresses is well worth telling (and sadly still relevant, given the need for last year’s Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act), screenwriter William Ivory and director Nigel Cole...do not tell it well.