Josh Lucas

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

Provides a useful contrast to good dramas....Redford and Freeman should have invested their chops elsewhere.

When coach Don Haskins sent out five African-American starters to face off against an all-white Wildcat team, barriers were broken, but Glory Road just hits the wall.

There's camp, and there's just plain lousy writing.

Despite the odd sharp observation, somehow J. Edgar comes off like the Max Fischer Players' production of Serpico...

While The War at times leaves one yearning for more intellectually curious analysis, it remains a potent emotional montage...