10/26/08:  "Allow me to be immodest for a moment:  I'm one of the smartest people I know.  I read the paper every day and have a pretty good grasp of the issues, enough so that people often ask me to explain them.  But no matter how high my opinion of my own intelligence and civic-mindedness might be, I know this much:  I am not now nor will I ever be qualified to be President of the United States.  It mystifies me when people support political figures because they're “like me”:  is there anybody reading this review who's REALLY got what it takes to be President?  And if not, why would we want somebody like us to hold the highest office in the land?  Yeah, I used to think “anybody could be President,” “The country runs itself,” all that crap, but that was before George W. Bush.  W., the sensational new film from Oliver Stone, presents the 43rd President as a tragic figure who learned the cold hard truth first hand:  just because the Constitution says anybody can be President doesn't mean they should.

In the aftermath of the 9/11 terrorist attacks and the “successful” war in Afghanistan, President George W. Bush (Josh Brolin) gathers his cabinet to consider their options.  Colin Powell (Jeffrey Wright) advises caution and adherence to the diplomatic traditions of past Presidents, but his is the only moderate voice in the room." MORE

6/2/07:  "Any discussion of Waitress must begin at the end, where the final on-screen credit is a dedication to writer/director/supporting player Adrienne Shelly, who was murdered between the film's completion and its' premiere at this year's Sundance Film Festival.  Coming at the end of the confidently made, complex and ultimately uplifting comedy that would clearly have been the veteran indie actress's filmmaking breakthrough, one can't help but be struck by the tragedy.  But there's cause for celebration as well, that she left behind a film bursting at the seams with both humanity and hope, and one that will implore the generations that follow her to make the most of the time they have.

Jenna (Keri Russell) is a deeply unhappy woman, and things get worse from the moment we meet her.  Not only is she trapped in a hellish marriage to controlling loser Earl (Jeremy Sisto), but she's now pregnant with his child.  She'd been putting aside tips from her job as a waitress at Joe's Pie Diner with a dream to escape through entering and winning a pie bake-off with a $25,000.00 prize.  And Jenna sure can bake, dreaming up new pies all the time for Joe's customers." MORE

7/18/08:  "Give Pixar, the animation studio that's Hollywood's biggest reigning brand name, their due:  the creators of Toy Story, Finding Nemo, and a half-dozen other iconic hits could easily keep putting cute faces of new inanimate objects, trotting them through familiar “I need a family” storylines and wait for the cash to roll in.  But instead, they've tried to branch out.  I wasn't an admirer of last summer's “quasi-adorable rat wants to be a chef” comedy Ratatouille, but it was definitely a major step outside the Monsters, Inc./Cars formula.  Now comes an even bigger gamble, an apocalyptic sci-fi story told in the mixed silent/vocal style of Chaplin's Modern Times and even featuring a smattering of live action.  WALL-E is trying to be a lot of different things at once, and they don't always jell, but it's a fascinatingly ambitious movie, at least as interesting to think about as it is to watch (take that, Kung Fu Panda!), and it's as visually stunning as anything in the Pixar catalog.

The film begins in a vast future cityscape of garbage.  We meet a robot, specifically a Waste Allocation Load Lifter-Earth class (WALL-E, voice of Ben Burtt) who prowls the wasteland gathering trash, compressing it into little blocks and stacking them into skyscraper-sized towers.  " MORE

7/8/08:  "When you put The Matrix and Fight Club into a blender, what do you get?  Amazing visuals, a whole hell of a lot of violence, and a fundamental conflict between a story of epic, selfless heroism and a black-hearted satire of impotent wage slave rage waiting for an outlet. Wanted, the English language directorial debut of Night Watch's Timur Bekmambetov, struggles with that contradiction, and often comes out on the side of stone cold sociopathy.  But the final scenes reveal that all this carnage is actually headed someplace quite interesting and the film's dazzlingly impossible homicides are something to behold, at least for a while.  What's ironic about Wanted is that while it's positioned as empty calorie Summer eye candy, it's actually one of those movies that's more interesting to discuss after seeing than it is to watch.

Our narrator is Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy), a pathetic office drone who lives in fear of his boss (Lorna Scott) and can't stand his girlfriend (Kristen Hagar), who he knows is cheating on him with his best friend (Chris Pratt).  His life is changed by a fateful trip to the pharmacy, where he's approached by Fox (Angelina Jolie), a ruthless assassin who informs him that his long-lost father (David O'Hara), a fellow assassin, was killed just the day before by a man named Cross (Thomas Krtschmann)." MORE

8/26/07:  "**SPOILER ALERT:  WHILE I WON'T COME OUT AND SAY HOW IT ENDS, IF YOU'RE PLANNING TO SEE WAR, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DO SO BEFORE READING THIS REVIEW**

When I was a kid, any time I had two cool toys from anywhere near the same universe (a pair of dinosaurs, two robots, maybe a dinosaur and a robot; hell, any two things that were roughly the same size...) the single most important thing that I wanted to see them do was... FIGHT!!!  Even when our childish instincts seek cover behind adult rationality, the debate rages on:  who would win in a fight between Superman and Batman... Godzilla and Optimus Prime... James T. Kirk and Buffy Summers?  And from the moment a new movie action hero is introduced, he is immediately slotted into the eternal debate while we anxiously await those rare occasions when a screenplay pits one action hero against another.  Having already faced Mel Gibson (in Lethal Weapon 4, advantage Mel) and himself (in The One, obviously ending in something of a draw), Jet Li adopts his Evil Jet persona to take on The Transporter himself, big bad Jason Statham in War, a new action fest that's disappointingly light on Hero vs. Hero action, but redeems itself by pulling one hell of a rabbit out of its' hat at the end." MORE

1/4/07:  "I love a good inspirational sports movie, which makes this a very good time for me to be a moviegoer.  Since the success of Remember the Titans (which, ironically, I didn't much care for) back in 2000, Hollywood has been scouring the microfiche in every newspaper's vaults looking for anything they can find with an underdog and a referee.  Most involve some improbably guy making it as a pro, or an amateur team overcoming impossible odds to play for the state championship.  While it follows the formula in many ways, We Are Marshall is something different.  It's a story of existence as victory, of being able to go on as overcoming the odds.  And it's got valuable lessons for our society, which often confuses quitting with respect.

In 1970, Marshall University was stunned when a plane carrying almost their entire football team, coaching staff and many community leaders crashed, killing everyone aboard.  Only four varsity players had remined behind, and Assistant Coach Red Dawson (Matthew Fox), who skipped the flight for a recruiting trip, wanted nothing to do with the team.  With University President Donald Dedmon (David Strathairn) under tremendous pressure to shut down the football program, enter the only coach willing to take a chance on the job:  Jack Lengyel (Matthew McConaughey).  The job seems insurmountable:  recruit virtually an entire new team, teach them to play together, and in some cases to learn the sport from scratch." MORE

10/14/07:  "I often think of movie genres as being like tuning forks.  Most of us have certain ones that totally match our wavelength, and can rattle off dozens of movies in that wheelhouse that we loved while others who require convincing to go along for the ride turned up their noses.  When a movie's in “your” genre, it doesn't need much to get by:  half-decent performances, a plot that doesn't TOTALLY suck, and some of the standard scenes that all movies like it have.  James Grey's We Own the Night is a movie for people who love cop movies, particularly those that revel in the mystique of the NYPD, the most celebrated crimefighting fraternity this side of the Atlantic.  I say this not because it's specially built for those with in-depth knowledge of the genre and its' conventions but because if all things Police don't float your boat, you're likely to find the movie as boring, emotionally closed-off and cliched as I did.

NYPD veteran Burt Grusinsky (Robert Duvall) has two sons:  Joseph (Mark Wahlberg) followed him onto the force, while Bobby (Joaquin Phoenix) has made a dubious life for himself as a club manager for Russian fur merchant Marat Buzhayev (Moni Moshonov)." MORE

1/4/07:  "Escapism gets a bad wrap.  Whatever else you might have heard, taking people away from their troubles for two hours is one of the primary purposes of the movies.  Case in point:  about a month ago, I turned 35, an age that has me thinking a lot of that Franz Ferdinand lyric, “What might be is now what might have been”.  It was in this state of mind that I viewed Walt Becker's Wild Hogs, a middle-aged wish fulfillment comedy in which four guys confront their own midlife crises with a road trip that becomes a life-changing adventure.  In between laughing a lot, the movie just made me feel better.  Is there really any higher praise?

Four friends burn off steam with a little motorcycle club they call the Wild Hogs.  Doug Madsen (Tim Allen) is a stressed-out dentist.  Woody Stevens (John Travolta) was married to a supermodel, but in the wake of their divorce, he's lost all his money.  Bobby Davis (Martin Lawrence) is a plummer under the thumb of his overbearing wife (Tichina Arnold).  And Dudley Frank (William H. Macy) is a geeky computer programmer who can't get a date.  Facing eviction, Woody talks the gang into hitting the road for a drive to the Pacific Ocean.  Fate takes them to a real biker bar, where scary Jack (Ray Liotta) takes Dudley's bike.  Woody gets it back, but not before he's accidentally blown up their bar." MORE