Contributor: Paul Asay

Chrissy-Poo was actually The Notorious B.I.G.’s first known nickname, whispered to him by his mother. It didn’t stick, obviously. But his raps did.

The movie, as generous as it is with Mandela’s legacy, does not shy away from those uncomfortable truths. Nor does it turn away from the horrific violence perpetrated against him and his peers.

Frozen is then, perhaps, family entertainment for a new generation. A confection sprinkled with a few suggestive asides that remains a sweet bucketful of ice cream.

Forgiveness from sin. In Bethlehem, that’s the path Christ paved on Christmas. And in the concrete confines of Harlem, that’s the path this Christmas musical swings and sways and sings its way onto.

A pastor is out to prove that exorcisms are the work of charlatans, not reverends. He figures he should know. He’s been performing them for years.

A funny thing happens on the way back from the sperm bank … when a guy finds out he’s the father of 533 children. A poignant thing too. (And a crass thing.)

To live in a country like Panem would stink. Really. It’s a horrible place, and lots of horrible things go on in this story about it. But it’s a fictional reality that serves as a backdrop for sacrifice and heroism.

Based on a T.D. Jakes book, ‘Not Easily Broken’ starts where most romance movies end. Turns out, perpetual bliss requires a lot of hard work.

Will Ferrell and that guy who directed ‘Anchorman’ and ‘Talladega Nights’ have decided to make another movie together. Um. Why?

Marvel movies are as reliable as a six-pack of Coke: Every can tastes the same. That sounds disparaging, but I don’t mean it to.

Sex ed leads to a lengthy sex talk between a dad and his 11-year-old daughter—about HIS love life.

Four acting legends go to Sin City to collect another paycheck, market a casino and create a salacious (but sometimes sweet) movie.

The weather report in Castle Rock, Maine: Foggy and gloomy. Showers of flesh-eating monsters likely. (What else could it be in a Stephen King movie?)

Can a serial killer be a nice guy, too? Kevin Costner’s Mr. Brooks seems to think so—and his imaginary friend (William Hurt) agrees.

A superbad ode to sex and suds about high schoolers determined to party-hearty with the big boys on campus.