Regina King

A pointless, tired, sugary, pink and teal affront to Reese Witherspoon, Bob Newhart, any important political cause...Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, and—oh, let's just say it—humanity.

Worth seeing, mostly for its colorful period design and lively musical numbers, but this version of the "official story" takes some wrong turns.

Bullock's quippy snippiness isn't enough...If Miss Congeniality is a consolation prize, let's hope Miss Congenialty 2 is a parting 'gift.'

Has an ace in its anthill...political allegory that separates this one from the pack.

Thrives on bone-dry humor.

Like his wee alter ego, ten-year-old Huey Freeman, McGruder sees himself as hopefully out of step with society—radical, in fact—self-confident, and determined to effect change by any means necessary.

In Jenkins’ sure hands, Baldwin’s novel becomes an exquisite, impeccable, indelible piece of cinema of the ages.