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Aloha, Subtlety: With Into the Wild, Sean Penn must have been stoned |  |
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A Brood Paternal: David Cronenberg owns the crime genre with Eastern Promises | |
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Where's Mars?: Rob Zombie's Halloween is the slam dunk Michael Myers has long needed |
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Dirty Bomb Paranoia Is a Genre: Right at Your Door would make Patton Oswalt shit his pants | |
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Smells Like Cheetah: David Arquette's The Tripper slays hippies with killer cast | |
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Suspended by Hollywood: Charlie Bartlett is not psyched |
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Crowning Mediocrity: Judd Apatow's comedy brand is a slow kid | |
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Just Another Kitsch Zombie Bid: 28 Weeks Later, you still should have seen it | |
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Fix It: Year of the Dog is Oldboy for the pet set |
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Kill 'Em All: Zach Snyder's 300 starts a war of cool with Tarantino and Rodriguez |
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Just a Lil' Bit: Peter O'Toole hollars at some teen ass before taking a dirt nap in Venus | |
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Uhhh, This Sucks: Mike Judge's Idiocracy is shitted on by Fox Execs |
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Oliver's Stone Has Stopped: World Trade Center is a forgive-me kiss | |
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Joel Siegal Had to Take a Piss: Clerks II cashes out properly |
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Director Steve Buscemi's Third Film, Lonesome Jim, is Indie Drudgery by Numbers |
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Slither Slyly Sneaks '80s Critters Back in Theatres But Flops | |
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Lobbying is Kind of Funny: Director Jason Reitman at The National | |
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The Libertine: Just another abortion from The Weinstein Co. |
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Down with America: Lars von Trier returns with the sequel to Dogville | |
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The First Comic to Shit on Martin Luther King | |
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Did Jack Nicholson's Receding Hairline Make Him as Untouchable as a Receding Hairline? |