Stalwart Tom Hanks again proves that given the right story and the right script, he's today's Jimmy Stewart.

Peter Berg lets fire dictate the terms in his story of the 2010 Deepwater Horizon oil spill.

Once upon a time, director Paul Greengrass gave Jason Bourne a soul and some depth. No longer.

Ron Howard's Beatles' portrait sets its sights on tracking the band's rise from obscurity, and does so brilliantly.

André Øvredal's creepy chiller a corpse into the forefront and lets it play havoc.

The movie version of a Dave Eggars novel wastes Tom Hanks and leaps headlong into cultural cliché.

The prequel to "Cloverfield" is an ode to the menace of John Goodman, who steals this show.

David Farr's creepy thriller about babies and unstable mothers is at once unsettling but predictable.

Alejandro Amenábar's mediocre devil-worship thriller is really an object lesson in manipulated hysteria.

Ben Wheatley's adaptation of a 1975 J.G. Ballard parable is beautiful to look at but dated in spirit.

Four directors do a good job of situating purgatory on a California highway, until they run out of gas.

Karyn Kusama's horror-thriller has its moments, but fails to make the most of lingering menace.