Russell Crowe version of Robin Hood lacks lightness, and a sense of overall purpose.
There are still great movies made for and about teenagers now. But John Hughes wrote our movies and introduced us to our own teenage angst for the first time. And nothing new, no matter how great, can ever take that away.
Three siblings must sell off their late mother's art-filled country house in the exquisite Summer Hours
Two straight buddies decide to give gay sex a try in Lynn Shelton's smartly written film.
I'd call it an existential war movie, but the appeal of The Hurt Locker is more visceral than cerebral. After all, it's directed by the woman who made Point Break, perhaps the most shamelessly enjoyable action picture of the '90s, and in an odd way, The Hurt Locker could be regarded as a companion piece to that film.
