Contributor: Bob Smithouser

Here is a movie that is free-spirited, melodramatic hokum for Britney Spears fans and Britney Spears fans alone.

Jim Carrey is a naive insurance salesman whose humdrum existence is, unbeknownst to him, being telecast live around the globe 24 hours a day.

P.O.D. still shouts out a wake-up call to unchurched fans of passionate, pile driver rock. But some of those shouts are coarse here, and they’re going to alienate some Christian “Warriors.”

Imagine owning a cabinet that can bring the toys placed inside to life. For one boy, that fantasy becomes reality in “The Indian in the Cupboard.”

A sloppy remake of Frank Capra’s 1936 Oscar-winner ‘Mr. Deeds Goes to Town.’

The year is 1957. As Sputnik parts the October sky over a humble West Virginia coal mining town, one idealistic teen hatches visions of sending his own rockets into space.

Woody Allen plays Z, an animated, neurotic worker ant with an identity crisis.

The production team behind The Prince of Egypt retells the biblical story of Joseph as chronicled in the book of Genesis.

Separated by a freak accident at age 14, twin orphaned brothers John and Jeremiah have grown up radically different.

Comedian-turned-honeybee Jerry Seinfeld knows that the first rule when buzzing around in public is to never speak to humans. Does he keep his mouth shut? Is that a rhetorical question?

After deliberately disobeying his mother, young Hogarth Hughes wanders into the woods in search of aliens, stumbles across the Iron Giant and rescues it from an electrifying fate.

At a sixth-grade Valentine’s dance, a clique of pretty girls makes the mistake of snubbing a nerdy guy. Ten years later, he’s out for blood.

Movies once inspired theme-park rides. Now it’s the other way around. Johnny Depp reinvents pirating in Disney’s swashbuckling high-seas adventure.

When a respected oil baron is murdered, British secret agent James Bond sets out to find the killer and unravel a psychotic Russian’s quest for–what else–world domination.

The novel by Charles Dickens spans 800 pages. The film clocks in at a merciful—and very entertaining—two hours.