Happiness means steering clear of "Hector and the Search for Happiness."
It seems entirely appropriate that my first viewing of "Aladdin" (1992) remains one of my most vivid impressions of Robin Williams onscreen, even if isn't actually Robin Williams onscreen. Or is it…
A pleasant, not particularly inspired entry in that overstuffed subgenre of "Big Chill" knockoffs.
In the moviegoer's hierarchy of needs, a PG-13-rated "Expendables" is about as essential as a Joel Schumacher remake of "Tokyo Story."
If nothing else, Paramount's attempt at a bigscreen "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" reboot should make for a fascinating case study in the power of fan outrage.
An attempt to reckon honestly with a family tragedy and its complex emotional aftermath largely sustains viewer goodwill throughout this inspirational heart-tugger.
Amid this unusually busy season for faith-based cinema, the arrival of one of the year's more prominent anti-faith movies should not go unnoticed.
A culture-clash dramedy that presents itself as the most soothing brand of cinematic comfort food.
Scarlett Johansson stars in Luc Besson's latest aggressively stylish, self-consciously feminist, gratuitously globe-trotting pulp-trash extravaganza.
A dismally stupid and sexist romantic comedy about two hopeless husbands trying to win back their fed-up wives.