Pretty as fluff, and as light. Saturday Matinee Stuff — SS's intention.

Nichols on his game is comic ebullience personified.

It's fun when foreign accents rival diamonds as a girl's best friend.

Texas bones usually mean a family saga in the works. This one's good.

Before Angelina's many claims to fame, this. Pure star-stuff.

The less that happens, the more convincing McCarthy's story.

The stars do their jobs, but Ellen Pompeo provides the kick.

From the Moravia novel, a movie about a man who tries too hard to please.

Botch the inch and you get a nasty musical mile, East Berlin to Kansas.

It's Brando and De Niro. Otherwise there's no excuse.

Keep that Davis girl out of the kitchen, and hide the meat cleavers.

Sinister to start with, this sfx-horror goes south when the ghouls come out.