Incredibly stupid in just about every way. And yet, it had what may have been my favorite scene at the movies this year...

It's about what makes these particular personalities tick, what draws them to the madness of theater, and the eternal conflict of art and commerce.

Despite being a moving reminder to support our troops, Restrepo cannot help but be "Exhibit A" in the case against the unwinnable "War on Terror."

Frantic without bringing the fun.

The film’s impeccable emotional truth and delicate touches of black humor owe in equal part to screenwriter, director and stars.

Somewhere feels like it’s made by the grandchild of Antonioni (and, in an artistic sense, perhaps it is). It’ll drive at least half the audience crazy, while the rest will walk out with a light buzz.

Big in scope, but not necessarily in a good way.

Momentarily exciting but utter nonsense, a Burmese Tiger Pit built over a gaping plot hole.

As a pure popcorn, dreams-writ-large, kiss-kiss-bang-bang, globetrotting romp, Knight and Day delivers.

Now that the Shrek franchise has come to a close, it's time for the definitive collection on home video.

It’s funny because it’s true. That’s the idea behind the mad-love story I Love You Phillip Morris, which gets its kicks by being much stranger than fiction.

The creator of Amélie returns to the black comedy of Delicatessen with Micmacs, a goofy satire on the wages of the war machine.

The simplest way to sum up the greatness of Inception is to identify it as a new classic of science-fiction cinema (and, for that matter, the heist genre).

Picturesque photography, amped-up action, borrowed poetry, and age-old romance have The Twilight Saga on its surest footing yet—that is, until the youngsters grow up and realize True Blood tells the same story so much better.

Though Fantasia didn’t perform as well as Walt Disney had hoped, it remains a testament to his exceptional cinematic genius.

The raison d’être of Going the Distance is exploring long-distance relationships. What a shame, then, that it has nothing much to say on the subject that isn’t completely obvious.

The performances by Gable and Tone hold up as fine star and character turns, respectively, but it's Laughton's Bligh that proves unforgettable.

Gathers a starry group to bow down to the beloved musical-theatre auteur.

Vienna. The 1920s. Albert Einstein sings...a world of proto-Nazi space-ranger rats led by a nasty, singing Andy Warhol rodent. But I don’t have to tell you the beloved story of The Nutcracker...

This PG-rated Jerry Bruckheimer production is slick as an oiled weasel: larded with fancy special effects, canned romance, corny humor and a general lack of sophistication.

Seven important American films from the fabled period when unconventional, independent-minded filmmaking was regarded not only as art but as a marketable asset.

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

Audiences may roll an eye here or there, but they're unlikely to lose interest in John's efforts.

Respectable but rather soggy.

With its one-track premise, Unstoppable derails thrills.

What is 'the Twilight Zone'? ...The edge of reason: the border of belief and disbelief, sanity and insanity, past and present, dream and reality...

Succeeds in giving a vivid impression of the nature of this theater's combat, creating a venue for both powerful emotions and thoughtful consideration of provocative questions...

Ask yourself, would you rather show your kids Chitty Chitty Bang Bang or Marmaduke? I don't want to live in a world where the answer is the latter.

The Sound of Music is high-fructose corn-syrupy, built on simplistic psychology, unnaturalistic acting and historical inaccuracy. It's also well-nigh irresistible.

There can be no better description for Modern Times—or indeed, Chaplin's career—than the film's initial title card: 'A story of industry, of individual enterprise—humanity crusading in the pursuit of happiness.'

Cuarón filigrees his film with brilliantly outsized projections of Harry's fears and underlying realities.

Newell's film, unlike its predecessors, fails to generate fresh wonder...but on balance Rowling's creative opus—roiling with hormonal consequences and eye-popping effects—continues to earn its crowds.

Zigs where other monster movies zag...a trip worth taking.

Synthesizes the traditions of the samurai narrative and the American western to create an intimate epic with deeply felt ground-level consequences.

Both a rebuke to critics and a confession of charlatanism, The Magician puts forward a one-of-a-kind examination of the problem of truth in life and in art.

I’m still not sure if writer-director Michael Patrick King intended for his audience to laugh at or with his fab foursome as they refresh the stereotype of the 'ugly American' abroad...

It's time to get cra-zay, Alien fans.

A cogent synthesis of the factors leading to, defining, and resulting from the global economic crisis of the last couple of years.

Ever so charming...with some satirical snap to its characterizations.

Nicholson gets to use all the colors on his palette, from quiet, troubled contemplation to the disturbingly truthful, live-wire jesting with which he has become best associated.

Serves up a stew that seems to be made of a little of everything from one hundred years of screen comedy, seasoned with Grand Guignol.

Playing God and playing house converge...about as gonzo as the multiplex gets.

A delightfully old-school comic thriller and an unlikely romance that proved Grant—then in his late fifties—still had it.

If you thought the first season of Sons of Anarchy was tough-minded, Season Two will shake you to the core.

Murphy has proven there's an appetite for the musical format on television, as long as it's (in alphabetical order) AutoTuned, big, bold, brassy, and candy-colorful.

Greene's story and screenplay, which he accurately described as 'a comic thriller,' is a gift that keeps on giving, with patter that's never less than brilliant.

Ol’ Cusinart Hand is back in A Nightmare on Elm Street, a pointless, unimaginative 're-imagining' of Wes Craven’s cleverly conceived slasher movie.

A bizarre, alternately joyful and gloomy take on sexual fantasies and complications.

Ultimately, Kounen takes two hours to say not very much; one imagines him constantly barking, “More smoldering!” [but there's] a captivating, fully realized recreation of the premiere ...[of] The Rite of Spring...