It takes some persuasion, but Roberta lands a substitute position as a violin teacher at an inner-city grade school in East Harlem, New York. It’s rough going for awhile …
It takes some persuasion, but Roberta lands a substitute position as a violin teacher at an inner-city grade school in East Harlem, New York. It’s rough going for awhile …
Clint Eastwood and Steven Spielberg write another chapter in cinema’s examination of the Second Great War. The result is emotional, visceral and devastating.
Sentimental sludge with a saccharine coating of carnality, as if the filmmakers—afraid their mawkish melodrama might show too much—spliced nudity and sex throughout to trick critics into calling it edgy and artsy.
Dr. Dre has spent the last decade or so practicing his hip-hop medicine on others. His own work’s been mostly on hold. Why? The obscenity-riddled, angel-enhanced and Eminem-related story’s all on this track.
How do you go about telling your best friend about his wife and … a guy named Zip? This dreadful dilemma, though, isn’t even the biggest in the film.
Life-long rock ’n’ roll groupie Suzette wakes up one evening to find herself middle-aged, lonely, broke and fired from her cocktail waitressing job.
It’s largely clean, it’s funny, it’s endearing and it harks back to a time when movies were meant to be enjoyed, not torn apart by critics looking for hidden meanings.
This “sex romp for seniors” pairs Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. In it, the sixtysomething Harry has never dated anyone over the age of 30. So what’s he doing with Marin’s mom?
“There’s only one guarantee,” Irish crime boss John Rooney tells his No. 1 enforcer, Michael Sullivan. “None of us will see heaven.”
There’s no escaping the fact that “Boys and Girls” is a sloppy, teen-ized retread of the 1989 R-rated comedy “When Harry Met Sally.”
There’s a profound question lurking in this twangy tearjerker: Why is the word strong in its title? Gwyneth Paltrow’s crooning character may claim she’s hearty, but she’s far from it. Is her story?
We all know that our lives are deeply interwoven with those people who share our time and space. But every once in a while something happens that jolts us into a greater appreciation of how entwined we truly are.
Christian director Michael Landon Jr. turns his attention away from Janette Oke and toward Francine Rivers, trading the open prairie for the coves and confines of Appalachia.
Lemony Snicket’s Roald Dahl-inspired writing takes on a decidedly Tim Burton-esque tone as it mopes its way onto celluloid.
