Contributor: Paul Asay

My review of 9, the Tim Burton-produced animated apocalypse, is now up on the main Plugged In site. The film is more haunting parable than anything else, bolstered by an important cautionary question: With all our techno-gizmos and mechanized whodats, …

The Script knows that “when a heart breaks, it don’t break even.” But is there a chance that such a broken heart might be healed?

I watched a provocative new Christian documentary the other day–Dan Merchant’s Lord Save Us From Your Followers. Clearly, with a title like that, you know this isn’t going to be your standard Fireproof-style Christian flick. No, this is a doc done in …

South African director Neill Blomkamp ushers moviegoers into a brutal, ugly world that, for all the aliens running around, feels horrifyingly familiar.

Well-known for his sometimes dark, always spiritually minded movies, Japanese anime auteur Hayao Miyazaki seems to be consciously downshifting here into a more playful mode.

Vacations rarely go as planned. Sometimes someone gets sick. Sometimes your ocean-view room faces the parking lot. And sometimes aliens invade your attic.

After trying on ’27 Dresses,’ Katherine Heigl is back to tell us ‘The Ugly Truth’ in her new, crass, romantic comedy. The result is far from pretty.

Johnny Depp trades in his pirate hat for a bank robber’s, swaggering onto the screen as John Dillinger, one of America’s most charismatic—and troubling—evildoers.

War is … an adrenaline rush for some soldiers. Set in Iraq, this movie wants to know why.

The robots think they’re in battle-ready disguise. But really they’re just in a crass, sexualized sequel.

Jack Black and Michael Cera engage in some serious B.C. blasphemy in this crude, crass summertime mess.

Hello there, and welcome to our tour of ‘My Life in Ruins.’ On this trip we’ll see people cheat, steal, swear and generally make a mess of things. Remember to keep your hands inside the bus at all times…

In his return to horror, Sam Raimi tells us to respect our elders. Why? Because they might sic cloven-hoofed demons on us, that’s why.

Carl Fredricksen never had a chance to take his dear wife to Paradise Falls. Now he’s going alone—in a floating house held up by balloons. Wait! Was that a knock at the door?