Anne Hathaway is a pretty stick figure in a poor skeleton of a movie.

Genius is when you leave actors alone to feel foreign.

Wait for Mann's one-take break-in scene. He was just getting started.

Look carefully. Billy Bob's expression never changes. Remarkable.

A decent movie with a ghastly wardrobe. Go ahead, blame Scarlett Johansson...

Altman's finale falls well short of his best work. Call it hero-worship.

Guess what? Those old Mayans could get really nasty if provoked...

Many great sets and much pretty Italy, but talented the movie isn't.

There's a nasty little satire stirring amid all this fine white trash.

Secrets, lies, sex, drugs, and Kevin Bacon, with Atom Egoyan directing traffic.

Donner still has the touch, thanks to weary Willis and hyperkinetic Mos Def.