The latest "Terminator" film is a sequel-ish reboot that is a bit too convoluted for its own time-hopping good.
Channing Tatum dominates in "XXL" and truly delivers outstanding work, and I am not just talking about his stripping techniques -- although give the man props for being able to keep up with the ridiculously limber tWitch!
This rather enchanting tale of a man who could do a mean Bessie Smith impression is based on a very real story.
The success of Sickles' and Santini's excellent film starts with the spot-on casting choices that they made, as each of their subjects had a compelling story to tell of their own.
"Danny Collins," a moving lovely work, deserves to be given a second life on the home video and digital platforms. Lovers of film, and Pacino in particular, should seek this gem out.
Two Italian horror gore-fests come out of the hidden movie vaults and are sure to please fans of bloody mayhem films.
"Max" is a total dog. There. I said it.
The movie ends up being more bizarre than bawdy although it does rely heavily on the basic assumption that many people who find sex funny will find this movie comical too.
This flashy, fast-moving documentary traces the links between rap and hip-hop, and street fashion, and explores how each has influenced the other.
Winslet's performance is jerked around and weighed down by the dramatic demands of the script until she sinks.