Billy Bob Thornton walks briskly into the Jefferson Conference Room at the Philadelphia Four Seasons Hotel and approaches one of two round tables draped in white tablecloths.
In The Number 23, Jim Carrey plays Walter Sparrow, an animal control official who becomes obsessed with a murder mystery novel (called The Number 23) which he believes to be based on his own life.
It's that time of year again. The steady November to December flow of great movies has ended, and we're stuck with Norbit as last weekend's #1 movie at the box office.
3 out of 5 stars
What do you get when you throw together four middle-aged has-been actors, a lot of physical comedy, and the requisite "road trip" theme?
With so many war movies made in Hollywood every year, often with interchangeably formulaic storylines, it would be easy to overlook or simply ignore the French film Days of Glory.
Inspiring movies come in all shapes and sizes. Case in point: The Astronaut Farmer. The absurd plot of a retired air-force-pilot-turned-family-ranch-hand (named Charles Farmer) who decides to build a space rocket in his barn seems too far-fetched for even Hollywood's tastes.
The venerable Reno, Nev. Sheriff's Department has been touring the country to spread the Washoe County brand of cheer and promote their new movie Reno 911!: Miami.
Picture this: Hugh Grant in tight leather pants sporting a Flock of Seagulls haircut and popping his hips with a level of boy-band insincerity rivaling even the cheesiest of *NSYNC moves.
In Breach, the weight of the movie rests on the shoulders of stars Ryan Phillippe and Chris Cooper. Unfortunately, only one of them delivers.
Phillippe plays Eric O'Neill, a young FBI operative assigned to clerk for - and spy on - Robert Hanssen (Cooper), who is under investigation for sexual deviance.
The Messengers is an all-too-predictable scare flick that relies primarily on loud noises and sudden gruesome images for fright value.
The story: a family moves to a deserted sunflower farm in North Dakota hoping to make a fresh start and a sufficient living.
It's officially that time of the year again. The weather's getting colder, the days are getting shorter and it's getting tougher to muster the strength to walk to class (or to Smoke's) depending on your proclivities.
Norbit is Eddie Murphy's favorite form of cinematic masturbation. By acting as a variety of characters, the comedian gets to showcase his chameleon-like ability to play to any stereotype thrown his way.
In the ignominious tradition of Alone in the Dark, American actress Agnes Bruckner and German director Katja von Grenier have banded together to create one of the year's worst films with Blood and Chocolate.
The plot is a simple boy-meets-girl, girl's-family-keeps-them-apart premise.
There is so much blood in Smokin' Aces that Joe Carnahan makes Quentin Tarantino look like a pansy. Writer-director Joe Carnahan (Narc) weaves together a story about bloodthirsty, money-hungry hitmen trying to take down Vegas entertainer Buddy "Aces" Israel (Jeremy Piven) before he can snitch on his Mob contacts to the Feds (Ray Liotta, Ryan Reynolds). The dialogue is as fast and dirty as the gunplay in a film that is darkly funny and, funnily enough, somewhat serious, too.