The Devil Wears Prada
Anne Hathaway is a pretty stick figure in a poor skeleton of a movie.
Anne Hathaway is a pretty stick figure in a poor skeleton of a movie.
Conrad didn't like his story but that's no reason not to like the word-game movie.
Dad's unstable, mom's mentally on the lam, kids are going nowhere fast. But it all counts.
Family-man-seeks-revenge is even more tired than Harrison looks.
Worth it for Ralph Fiennes. How Weisz picked up an Oscar is anyone's guess.
Philip Seymour Hoffman eats so much scenery there's nothing much left.
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...