Marshall Fine Movie Review

Turgid and uneventful, Goodbye Solo is another under-paced, under-dramatized film that falls into "neo-neo-realism" category.

Even more shocking for a chick flick: The women in this movie aren't all saints. Some are painfully needy, some are willfully clueless and some are predatory -- just like guys.

If Frank Capra were to make a movie today, it would probably look a lot like New in Town. Of course, Frank Capra is dead. Then again, so is this movie.

"Hitler's a joke," Viggo Mortensen tells a friend in the new film, Good. "He won't last." Gee -- didn't they say that about George W. Bush? I've bee...

The good news is that, aside from offering seamless visual effects, David Fincher's new film is nothing like Forrest Gump. It is at once enchanting and emotional, sweeping and intimate.

If you're expecting the dark, wicked humor and dazzlingly gruesome violence of Sin City, you'll be sorely disappointed.

I've often debated whether a great ending can salvage a mediocre movie. But does a wholly bogus ending negate the positive aspects of an otherwise solid film? In the case of Nothing but the Truth, the answer is "Yes."

A heavyweight cast performs Shanley's compelling arguments about the nature of faith and certainty in a way that will spark discussions among viewers in the same way it did on Broadway.