Jamie Foxx

Mann skips off convention like a stone on a river...impassively observing his Hitchcockian hero: dragged into action and struggling to save the day from a sympathetic devil.

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

Lucas insists, "I just don't think war should become some kind of video game." Too late.

A painfully protracted muddle of dull deals and somnambulent standoffs.

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

Stone isn't interested in merely bashing modern football: Any Given Sunday looks at the best and worst of the sport.

[This] bromantic drama...becomes as frustratedly impotent as Lopez feels, and as chokingly symbolic as Ayers looks with an Uncle Sam top hat on his head and an American flag in his shopping cart.

'It's going to get Biblical!'...sets new standards of lunatic plotting as it goes about its smiting.

Now, don't get me wrong. Valentine's Day is bad. But it's difficult to hate a Garry Marshall movie.

There's a case to be made that blood-spattering revenge pictures, no matter how evil the villain, are cultural poison, but if this is what it takes to [get] Don Johnson as a dyed-in-the-wool racist done up as Colonel Sanders, well, so be it.

Succeeds in being a largely well-produced comic-book movie extravaganza, but its weighty baggage may leave audiences wishing it had traveled light.

Unpretentious, light, and amusing with a horror-action kick. Ultra violent, but does an enjoyable job of vampire-hunting and vampire-society worldbuilding.