Few movies this year can boast a cast this loaded and a director this promising (Scott Cooper of the Oscar-winning Crazy Heart) that results in something so ineffectual.
Before Boy George, before RuPaul, there was Divine, the zaftig drag diva and provocateur of early John Waters films who, once glimpsed, was hard to forget. I Am Divine IS Jeffrey Schwarzs loving homage to him.
The 2003 horror mystery Oldboy by South Korean filmmaker Chan-wook Park is a cult classic, a triumph of a disturbing revenge story and a genuinely jarring plot twist. Spike Lees American remake, though capably assembled, gets lost in an awkward translation.
The Book Thief has its moments of brilliance, thanks in large part to an adept cast. But the movie about a girl adopted by a German couple during World War II also crystallizes the perils of book adaptations.
Omaha native Alexander Paynes road movie emphasizes sincerity more than thrills. But its stark beauty and earnest characters provide a memorable excursion.
Frozen has all the allure of a snow globe. It whips up a grand, wintry beauty, but it does little else. And there are dozens of other Disney globes just like it.
Once it finds its footing, this Harlem variation on the Nativity story manages to be sweet enough to touch people the way Christianitys Greatest Story Ever Told always has.
The Jason Statham vehicle Homefront is such a generic tough-guy-against-the-odds 80s-style actioner that youd swear Sly Stallone starred in it. He did, back in the day. Or versions of it.
As the title character in Philomena, Judi Dench is effortlessly funny and heartbreaking, but her brilliance is hardly news. The real surprise is co-star Steve Coogan, usually a comic actor, who shows genuine sensitivity in the films dramatic moments.
We have the makings of a charming Time to grow up and be responsible comedy. Which is exactly what Delivery Man manages to be.
Ron Woodroof is a disaster. He’s a racist, sexist, homophobic loudmouth. An alcoholic. A drug addict. A thief. But as interpreted by Matthew McConaughey in a terrific performance that showcases his intrinsically weird charisma, Ron becomes a rather noble figure.
The lovely looking but dramatically flat and emotionally sterile “The Christmas Candle” is a pretty period piece of a holiday fable that lacks only the wit, decent story and better dialogue that might have made it a classic.
Wide-eyed (behind his tortoise shells) and still working out his sexuality as “Kill Your Darlings” begins, young Alle Ginsberg (Daniel Radcliffe) has arrived at the hallowed halls of ivy in the fall of 1944, ready to write up a storm.
Catching Fire is an even darker, grittier film than 2012s The Hunger Games, as it builds slowly to its exciting conclusion and deftly sets up the next installment in the series.
The talented cast of then-20-somethings from Best Man have aged into fine-looking 40-somethings as our movie stars should. Sequel The Best Man Holiday provides the ensemble with enough laughs and commotion to keep this wedding reunion enjoyable, even though a cheese ball third act threatens to annul the entire enterprise.
Watching the latest “Great Expectations,” one can’t help but think Helena Bonham Carter has spent her entire career auditioning for the role of Miss Havisham.
The movie surrounding the already infamous sex scene is sometimes frustrating
“God Loves Uganda,” a documentary about American evangelism gone awry in Africa, contains some terrifying moments that are anything but love.