Carla Gugino

Retrograde, sexist, and gleefully sadistic... pitiable and fearful in the language we go to the movies to learn. The old cop line 'There's nothing to see here' hardly applies.

One of the most enjoyable films of the year to date, Scott Frank's The Lookout has all the good points and none of the bad of a screenwriter-turned-director labor of love.

The new thriller that emphatically pairs [De Niro and Pacino] qualifies as a historic event, whether it's any good or not.

If it's possible for a movie to be agressively bland, Race to Witch Mountain is that movie.

Any film that depicts a 'superheroic' rapist-brute as a self-styled parody of America's 'true face' can hardly be accused of thematic squeamishness, and any film that sends readers back to the comic for Moore (and Gibbons) has served the public interest.

There's something oddly remote about Every Day, which plays like a double-wide version of a perfectly acceptable Showtime pilot.

Succeeds at exploiting a proven disaster-movie formula without troubling itself much with little things like plot, character, and dialogue.

Despite the multiple genres, The Space Between Us feels thin in its plot, and corny in the telling...