In Bruges: We had a beautiful moment, Colin, don’t ruin it.

All my pals responded with enthusiastic yawns when I said I had In Bruges at home from Netflix, so I put it off for like a month. What a dumb month that was. What was I doing all that time, playing Ze...

Gran Torino: One Million Reasons to Hate This Movie

I'm not copping out, I just can't talk about Gran Torino without shouting and ticking off points on my fingers....

Valkyrie: Just ignore the angry little one-eyed guy

I enjoyed this film. I know! I'm just as surprised as you are. Tom Cruise, wearing an eyepatch, speaks German, and I still like this movie. Director Bryan Singer is the reason, of course. ...

Milk: Moving backwards & forwards

I'm still convinced that biopics win Oscars a little too blindly because people tend to confuse not only good acting with a good impression but, even more inaccurately, they mistake an important life ...

Synecdoche, New York

There's a certain kind of movie that pulls you in with a tractor beam and rivets your corneas so that you relish every detail and miss it once it's over with the sort of ache you reserve for a recentl...

Australia: It won’t kill you

I have mixed feelings about Baz Luhrmann, the director of this Thanksgiving's big epic monster, Australia....

Quantum of Solace: Bond’s Revenge!

Daniel Craig striding out of the water in those blue swim trunks in Casino Royale is this generation's Marilyn Monroe over the subway vent. That is to say, "something" about Casino Royale elevated tha...

Rachel Getting Married: Wah Wah

As I write this, I don't "know" who the next president will be. I'm trying really hard to not think about the bottle of champagne I have in the fridge and instead force myself to think about friggin' ...

W:….Is a real dude, turns out!

Here are three things you should know about Oliver Stone's new film W before you go (and you should go) see it. 1. W is not a comedy! I sort of assumed this from the ads, but luckily someone warned m...

America’s Two Favorite Pastimes

It's not often that I go to ESPN.com, typing in the URL tentatively, as if it's an address someone has given me in an unfamiliar city, and I have to read it to the cab driver from the airport, not kno...