Mini-Review: The Iron Lady doesn't confuse its tribute because Streep and Lloyd find a deeper core to Thatcher than her political achievements.
Mini-Review: Why Fincher is enamored of film geeks and critics is a bigger mystery than any in the film itself.
Mini-Review: If Ghost Protocol was any better, it would match the splendid advance of action movie aesthetics that Luc Besson has spearheaded in the Transporter movies.
Mini-Review: The Sitter isn't a great -- radical -- advance like Jared Hess' Gentlemen Broncos (a classic-in-waiting), but its fondness for kind idiosyncrasy outlines a humanist view similar to Hess.
Mini-Review: It's film buff folly for audiences who don't recognize the rip-off and lack of wit.
Mini-Review: [Scorsese] wants to think of himself as a child of cinema, always working behind the scenes at the actual preservation of old films and -- egotistically -- maintaining the very idea of cinema. Unfortunately, it's the idea of cinema that Hugo short-changes -- just as Scorsese betrays what at one time seemed his gift.
Mini-Review: Combining political sympathy and media ignorance, the filmmakers confuse Monroe's fame with her self -- a mistake Warhol's print should have discouraged, calling for a smarter response to Pop legends. In My Week With Marilyn, Williams' portrayal of Monroe as an extension of her screen roles cannot be trusted.
Mini-Review: The Descendants is full of false modesty, starting with the Hawaii setting for which Payne has no feeling. It's one thing to depict Nebraska's flat environment, as has been his tendency, but this film's visual banality reflects poorly on Payne's skills.
Mini-Review: Twilight represents the worst series of sequels since Harry Potter and had a lot more to lose: an audience of sentient readers eager to see their romantic fantasies realized on the big screen.
Mini-Review: Despite Leo DiCaprio's eager-beaver empathetic performance, this grim, humorless exercise, featuring lousy old-age make-up, turns out ghoulish and self-congratulatory -- just like Milk.