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The true crime story is a staple of TV and publishing, but only rarely inspires movies. How lucky we are that Richard Linklater bucked that trend to make “Bernie,” a one-of-a-kind comedy based on the real homicide of an innocent old lady.
Josh Brolin impersonating Tommy Lee Jones is worth the price of admission to “Men in Black 3.” Dry, drawling, deadpan – he nails the flinty Texan in this sentimental sequel to the sci-fi comedies about secret agents who save the world from aliens.
“The Island President” is heartening and unsettling by turns. The heartening segments of this powerful new documentary are intentional; the unsettling elements illustrate what happens when your protagonist gets caught in the cogs of history.
“What to Expect When You’re Expecting” is a “Valentine’s Day” take on impending parenthood. Assorted couples cope with pregnancies (planned and unplanned), adoption, and the epic change that is coming to their lives.
Let’s blow stuff up.
It’s more than 10 years after 9/11. Is America ready for a movie that makes the destruction of the Empire State Building by terrorists the punch line for a joke? Are we ready for a picture that mines laughs as it hints that a similar fate is in store for the Statue of Liberty?
When it comes to pageantry and protocol, the Roman Catholic Church makes the British monarchy look like the Beverly Hillbillies. But when it comes to cinematic statuary, the House of Windsor hoards the hardware, so the cagey copyists behind “We Have a Pope” have lifted a page from the Oscar-winning film “The King’s Speech.” Yet in the same way that the ancient Romans refined Greek innovation, Italian director Nanni Moretti has adapted the old traditions of the Vatican into a new “Roman Holiday.”
The years, gray hairs and wrinkles fade away from Johnny Depp and Michelle Pfeiffer, and the cobwebs are brushed off “Dark Shadows” in Tim Burton’s campy and dark take on the late 1960s vampire soap opera. A cheesy and cheap but beloved TV program takes an affectionate ribbing in the film, which has more in common with “That ’70s Show” than its actual source.
She has the glow of someone who knows something we don’t, a Buddha’s smile, and a couple of lugs who will escort you from the premises if you dare doubt her.
The films of Whit Stillman are like the doodling of a well-born, eccentric amateur. The excesses of the upper crust are his favorite prey, affectionately satirized and gently parodied.
As “4:44: Last Day on Earth” opens, the world is less than a day from ending because of ozone failure.
“The Deep Blue Sea” is a suffocating movie, and it’s meant to be. Set about 1950 in England and based on the play by Terence Ratigan, British director Terence Davies (“House of Mirth”) has created a claustrophobic mood that mimics the emotional state of Hester Collyer (Rachel Weisz), who is attempting to gas herself in her small, flat when the film opens.
“Marvel’s The Avengers” has everything you could ask for in a summer superhero movie. There are people in snazzy costumes. Well, OK, not the Hulk. No costume for him (other than ripped, stretchy pants). “I’m exposed,” Bruce Banner (Mark Ruffalo) says of his mean, green alter ego, “like a nerve.” There are wall-to-wall special effects. Duck! Here comes a gigantic flying silvery centipede from outer space en route to do a skyscraper-shattering number on the Big Apple. And beware the cosmic wormhole, a-boil with lightning zaps, through which an alien army pours downward to poor old Earth. And there are explosions. Seems like something, or someone, is going Ka-Boom! every 10 minutes.
All of us have known an Alex Libby.