The new feature film "Kit Kittredge: An American Girl" might be a tale of childhood some 80 years ago, but it hits awfully close to home. Especially when that home has just been foreclosed upon.

Make a list of the comic-book movies that have been released over the past few years, and you may notice a theme: Superheroes can't stop wallowing in their own self-pity.

Every movie, I believe, has a moment that instantly determines whether you love it or hate it. That moment happens in "Wanted" very late in the game.

'WALL*E", Disney's latest Pixar production, is mesmerizing and provocative — a detour from Pixar's usual lighter fare ("Toy Story," etc).

The foreign-language Oscar nominee "Mongol" does its part to soften the man's image -- even if it's not exactly accurate.

"Promotion" feels like such a Mike White movie, you wonder if White is using Steven Conrad as a pseudonym.

This weekend, people can either see the mediocre blockbuster comedy starring Steve Carell or the mediocre blockbuster comedy starring Mike Myers.

In his first live action film in six years, Mike Myers parodies the life of a Hollywood spiritual healer. But maybe he should've stuck to doing another round of voice-overs for an ogre.

Imagine "The Nanny Diaries," without the New York attractions, romance or wit.

As a kid, the short, pudgy Bell idolized '80s muscle men -- Stallone, Schwarzenegger and Hulk Hogan, rippling icons of American freedom.

In the interest of easing strained United States-France relations I urge every patriotic American to do your diplomatic duty and see the new French comedy, "OSS 117: Cairo, Nest of Spies."

So, in case you're wondering, "The Incredible Hulk" is something of an improvement from "The Hulk," Ang Lee's widely loathed movie.

The horror of a shocking airborne toxin that causes victims to snuff themselves in nasty ways wears off quickly in "The Happening," leaving the viewer stranded in a boring cautionary tale with an infantile eco-message about humanity needing to live in harmony with nature -- or else.

Fatal culture clash, imperialist entitlement, forbidden passion between master and servant: the ingredients of the Indian director Santosh Sivan's period piece "Before the Rains" may be awfully familiar, but the film lends them the force of tragedy.

If current governor of New York David Paterson has taught us anything, it's that the blind are capable of doing anything -- even having extramarital affairs that were just as illicit and freaky-sneaky as the next guy's.

"Ghatothkach: Master of Magic," the latest in a new genre of animated Bollywood-esque Indian films, starts out as a rollicking good time, complete with foot-stomping hip-hop beats and dancing peacocks.

In the gallery of travesties starring and/or made by Adam Sandler, I have to admit that "You Don't Mess With the Zohan" is the least atrocious.

Every town needs an Oogway: the encouraging, wary village elder and wise turtle who, in DreamWorks' latest animated offering "Kung Fu Panda," observes this: "One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it."

By the time the preview screening for "The Foot Fist Way" ended, there were five walkouts. I can only assume those who walked out had expected some kind of silly romp.

I gotta be honest: for all the acclaim Errol Morris gets for his documentaries, a few of them have put me to sleep.

Any review of the film "The Duchess of Langeais" should be prefaced with a warning, as should the film itself, stating "not suitable for the average moviegoer."

'I've been waiting for so long to finally admit to myself that I'm amazing," says Laura, a Korean adoptee who loves death metal.