Robert Altman

Part Parisian travelogue, part Robert Altman film, Cedric Klapisch's Paris is engaging without really being memorable.

Well, it's that time again: Woodstock Fever has arrived (beads and headbands optional) to remind us there actually was music made before American Idol.

The conventional thinking that a movie is best appreciated on a huge screen and in an assemblage of strangers no longer holds true when compared to a high-definition home theater.

In the end, the movie made me want to speak my heart to the people I love, to tell them right now they mean the world to me, to hold them close and to forgive them.

With on-demand in full flower, consumers will confront a vastly larger universe of choice, representing the entire breadth of this century-old medium, not just the most recent theatrical releases.