Alice Creed is a wonderfully tense exercise in the mathematics of three -- how many different alliances, betrayals and conflicts can you extrapolate out of a gritty crime story with only three characters?
It's disappointing that Hugh Hefner: Playboy, Activist and Rebel isn't a better movie. Not that it's a bad one. But, were cable standards a little less skittish, it would fit right in on the Biography channel.
I've been a fan of Todd Solondz's dark, even mean-spirited brand of humiliation comedy since Welcome to the Dollhouse, and the squirmy problems of his put-upon heroine, Dawn Weiner. But he lost me with Life During Wartime.
Nolan's ingenious film never loses its ability to surprise and contains one of those overwhelming visual moments that become iconic -- like that first shot of Darth Vader's spaceship in the first Star Wars.
Unfortunately, The Sorcerer's Apprentice wants to be a 21st century version of Ghostbusters, with ancient spirits and magic and the wisecracks and hilariously deadpan mentor with his panicked young student.
For a movie like Predators, you don't need a deep script -- just one that understands how to make people laugh when it's not making them scream. Unfortunately, Predators doesn't do much with any of those elements.