Clint Eastwood directs himself, Tommy Lee Jones, Donald Sutherland and James Garner as aging pilots with one last chance to travel to space. The geezer gags – charming at first – soon wear thin, and since the movie has nothing else on its mind, all we’re left with is a tired space-disaster flick.

This somber romance moves with the speed of a curing wound, but the pacing’s appropriate since the movie is about emotional healing. Jennifer Lopez plays a Chicago cop with a fractured past who engages in a tentative relationship with a stranger, played by Jim Caviezel, whose own past is so tragic he won’t even discuss

Apparently nothing was going to deter director-star Kevin Spacey from making Beyond the Sea, not limited interest in the life of 1950s and ’60s crooner Bobby Darin, not a thin, cornball script, not even an alarming age difference between himself, as Darin, and the pixie-like Kate Bosworth as Darin’s wife, Sandra Dee. Beyond the Sea

This political drama raises a pertinent question – how much does the public deserve to know about a politician’s private life? – but delivers a poorly considered answer. When the vice president dies, a woman senator (Joan Allen) is selected as his successor. Fighting to stop the appointment is a rabid congressman (Gary Oldman) who

Insufferably arty, this is the French version of a botched Hollywood blockbuster: It’s misguided, self-indulgent and nonsensical. Written and directed by Claude Lelouch (1966’s A Man and a Woman), the movie stars Jeremy Irons as an aging jewel thief with a tendency to black out. He leaves France in a luxury yacht, washes up in

“…a movie about big stars, and about why we slap down hard-earned money to see them on the big screen.”

Despite what some critics claimed, this adaptation of Frank McCourt’s memoir about growing up destitute in Ireland retains the sly humor that enabled the author to survive his childhood (you’ll find it staring right at you when you look into the frowning face of Joe Breen, who plays McCourt as a little boy). At once

Beyond Borders runs on guilt. Occasionally about a tortured romance between a do-good socialite (Angelina Jolie) and a globetrotting human-rights activist (Clive Owen), the movie uses dishonesty, hypocrisy and Hollywood hokum to rub our faces in Third World suffering. Like a famine-relief infomercial with Jolie in the Sally Struthers role, the picture preaches when it