“World War Z” promised to be some sort of ultimate zombie movie experience, and it’s hard to call it that. But the first 25 minutes or so of this “Contagion”-meets-“28 Days Later” thriller will leave you breathless. And the rest of it serves up novel and often entertaining solutions to the various “zombie problems” that this overexposed genre presents. Marc Forster (“Quantum of Solace”) hurls us straight into the action. Barely five minutes into the film, ex-U.N. trouble-shooter Gerry Lane (Brad Pitt), his wife (Mireille Enos) and two kids are ...
The razzle dazzles but the smoke never quite hides the mirrors in “Now You See Me,” a super-slick new magicians’ heist picture that demonstrates, once again, how tough it is to make “magic” work as a movie subject. A medium that is, by definition, a trick has a very hard time making the illusions real, realistic and anything anyone would be impressed by. Ask “Burt Wonderstone.” Ask “The Illusionist.”
Quincy-reared costume designer Colleen Atwood has won two Academy Awards for her work on "Chicago" (2003) and "Memoirs of a Geisha" (2005). She's been nominated five other times, for films including "Little Women" (1994), "Beloved" (1998) and "Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events" (2004), and worked with directors like Tim Burton, J.J. Abrams, Kevin Costner, and Jonathan Demme.
A great treachery is revealed, a great light is snuffed out and the final quest is set up in “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince,” an emotional and involving installment in the hit-or-miss “Harry” movie series.
The twentysomething rom-com “(500) Days of Summer” has been a hit on the festival circuit and it’s easy to see why. Parroting the hipster yet accessible feel-good vibe of “Juno” and “Garden State,” this sweetly engaging trifle goes down as easy as a cold lemonade on a hot afternoon. That it’s a compendium of indie-gone-mainstream ideas, and not particularly believable, probably isn’t going to hurt it with its target audience.
“Bandslam,” Summit Entertainment’s “High School Musical”/“Camp Rock” clone, is a movie about music and high school and guilt and fitting in. It’s surprisingly not awful for something this over-familiar.
If only Quentin Tarantino the director werenât so completely in love with Q.T. the writer, âInglourious Basterdsâ might have been a great movie rather than just a good movie with moments of greatness. Scenes of his wildly revisionist World War II saga have a wonderfully palpable tension, but then he undermines them by allowing them to go on too long.
Robert Rodriguez channels his inner 11-year-old with âShorts,â a childish but fun wish fulfillment-fantasy for kids thatâs equal parts boogers, big messages and product placement. In Black Falls, everybody works on the Black Box, an all-in-one phone gadget. Mrs. (Leslie Mann) and Mr. (Jon Cryer) Thompson are constantly on their Black Boxes, miscommunicating. They barely notice that son Toby âToeâ Thompson (Jimmy Bennett) is friendless, the object of bullying.
Science-fiction movies are thinking less and feeling more. A genre once heavy with futuristic hardware and mind-blowing themes has discovered its gentler, more sensitive side. Two movies now playing neatly display this evolution.