Don't bother seeing Saw, a stupefyingly stupid exercise in cinematic sadism. Written and directed by two Australian newcomers, this surprise Sundance Film Festival hit spirals into convolution from scene one.
Adam and Lawrence (co-writers Leigh Whannel and English hambone Cary Elwes) wake up chained to rusty pipes in an underground bathhouse, the latest victims-to-be of the Jigsaw Killer.
I'm so insignificant I can't even kill myself".
Sideways, directed by Alexander Payne (Election, About Schmidt), promotes itself as a "toast to wine, women, and everything that gets better with time". Miles (Paul Giamatti), a balding, neurotic divorce, and his former college roommate, Jack (Thomas Haden Church), go on a one week tour of the central coast of California.
Starring Shane Carruth, David Sullivan.
Directed by Shane Carruth
The smell of popcorn lingers under your nose, the sound of the stranger to your right slurping on his giant soda echoes in your ear, the feel of old gum strategically placed by the asshole who had your seat last rubs against your fingertips.
Shall We Dance
Starring: Richard Gere, Jennifer Lopez
Director: Peter Chelsom
After 19 years of marriage, John Clark (Richard Gere), an outwardly content accountant, decides he is missing something in his life.
Star Wars Trilogy DVD Box Set, featuring Episode IV, V, VI and Special Features
Starring: Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher
Director: George Lucas (IV), Irvin Kershner (V), Richard Marquand (VI)
Why has it taken so long for the original Star Wars Trilogy to come out on DVD?
When one hears the name Joan Crawford, an image of a frenzied Faye Dunaway sporting a green sleeping mask with larger-than-life eyebrows might come to mind, accompanied by the phrase, "no more wire hangers!" How could an actress whose celebrity outlasted the average movie star's by at least four decades suffer such a rapid and humiliating post-mortem decline of reputation?
In this era of reality-obsessed film and television, it came as quite a shock that The Motorcycle Diaries has nothing to do with either leather chaps, burly biker-boys or roaming the Midwest in search of a brawl.
"It's kind of like this. Listen."
Plucking away on a spankin' new guitar just purchased at a 7th street pawn shop, Jason Schwartzman musically describes his new film, I Heart Huckabees. Shortly after picking a string, he retunes it and giddily shows how the note ascends.
You know this is a chick flick, right?" Within three seconds of entering the theater, some random girl sitting next to me confirmed my initial doubts about First Daughter. If that were not enough, she prompted me to peruse the theater, in which I found myself a minority because I am neither under 25-years-old nor female.
Tim Corrigan, chair of Penn's brand new Cinema Studies major, gives the program two thumbs up.
Tell us about the new film major at Penn.
There's been a film program and minor at Penn for about five years now.
There is nothing creepier than watching a movie in which the main character discovers that she is schizophrenic and has imagined every event in her life (you know you were paranoid after A Beautiful Mind). There is nothing more enthralling than watching a cheesy alien movie (you've seen Independence Day. Don't lie). The Forgotten, contrary to what one might think, is neither.