Contributor: Paul Asay

Marvel Studios reboots its famous behemoth for his second big-screen appearance in five years. The result? More death. Less angst. One thing hasn’t changed: It’s still not easy being green.

But the end result with Jupiter Ascending is that it feels just like one of those old silent movies, only with more talking.

Dubbed a “chick flick with the devil in it” by its director, this small Christian film tackles ballet and Beelzebub.

You could say Hoovey is to basketball what Bethany Hamilton is to (soul) surfing.

I’m a bit happy that Project Almanac has such a clunky name. That alone might make some moviegoers spend their time elsewhere.

In this remake of the 1981 comedy, Russell Brand takes on the suds-soaked role that made Dudley Moore a star. There’s a point to be made in that, somewhere.

If only the boy would’ve stayed next door. Then we would’ve been spared this tacky, salacious, sexual, violent movie.

Strange magic? Strange movie is more like it.

For a movie called Immortals, there sure are a whole lot of people dying …

Shia LaBeouf runs for his life, then turns and fights the good fight against terrorism in this slam-bang, nonstop actioner.

Keep calm and smile at the demon, they might say. But since when does that sort of thing save the day? Especially in a sequel.

Tobey Maguire returns from Afghanistan to find he’s an alien in his own home. His children seem distant. His wife is getting all too chummy with his brother. And he’s carrying a secret that’s tearing his soul in two.

Walter Keane’s paintings of big-eyed children were all the rage in Mad Men-era America. But those saucer-wide eyes held a strange, sad secret.

It’s Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. vs. a hard-nosed sheriff who stands amid a plantation full of prejudices in Alabama.

In blackjack, the object is to reach 21 without going over. If Jim played the game like he lives his life, he’d say “hit me” at 19.