“Awkward as a social drama – as if Eastwood had only lately seen Boyz N the Hood – yet as another one of his meditations on aging, the movie is on to something.

"If there was any hint of a devil to Che Guevara, you won’t find him in Soderbergh’s intricately documented details."

The Wrestler is about one thing – Mickey Rourke – and that makes the movie both fascinating and limited. This is at once a vanity and an anti-vanity piece for the once-heralded, long-disgraced actor, who plays Randy “The Ram” Robinson – a once-heralded, now-disgraced professional wrestling star of the 1980s. His body a wreck, his

Meryl Streep acts up a storm in Doubt, and the movie acts up right along with her. The picture, adapted by writer-director John Patrick Shanley from his play, centers on a 1960s Bronx parish seething with distrust. Sister Aloysius Beauvier (Streep), the iron-fisted principal of the parish’s school, finds herself at odds with Father Flynn

Danny Boyle gives us 21st-century Dickens by way of India. Giddier than A Life Less Ordinary, grimier than Trainspotting, more horrifying – in a real-world way – than 28 Days Later, Slumdog Millionaire takes your breath away before you get a chance to suck it in. Set in contemporary Mumbai, the picture opens on 18-year-old

“Forget the hand-holding tweens in the audience – Twilight itself could use a chaperone.

What if Gus Van Sant had made Milk as if he were actually Gus Van Sant? That’s all I could think while watching this stately, well-mannered movie biography of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay man to hold a major political office when he was elected to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors in 1977.