A fascinating train wreck of a movie. Much has been said of the laughable songs and OMFG production numbers (you won't believe the Celebration of the Family sequence) but what really amazes is the way Charles Jarrott gets actors like Liv Ullmann look so painfully uncomfortable and frankly amateurish. Only Charles Boyer manages to summon anything like dignity and basic humanity -- he's genuinely moving.

A great mad weird musical comedy from Cecil B. DeMille, believe it or not. A pretty ordinary comedy of infidelity goes full-out gonzo bizarre about halfway through -- you won't believe your eyes.

A marvelous and always exciting actor. I miss him. A lot.

Probably the best of the 1980s cycle of "Family Coming Apart" films, written and acted with some energy and humor. I'll never forget Keaton in the bathtub...

Pathetic -- a painfully obvious whodunit plot that tries to hide its non-twist ending in phony atmosphere and an appalling over the top performance from Mickey Rourke.

Wildly enjoyable. Laughton's performance manages to hit all the right sinister notes with some great touches of comedy as well. There's still something transgressive about this movie, even after all these years. Few horror films are so upfront about their sexuality.

Great politically incorrect fun. Karloff has a grand old time here, and so will you. I can't imagine anyone not rooting for Karloff's Fu Manchu to wipe out the terribly stuffy white race, especially as embodied by Lewis Stone. There's some great pre-Code beefcake in the person of the hunky Charles Starrett, too. And Myrna Loy -- how can anyone resist?

A 45 minute film in a three and a quarter hour package. They seem to have had some fun making it, much more than I had while sitting through it.

A fine and moving little film, I got a lot out of it. The story is almost laughably simple, and gains a good deal from the use of flashbacks that aren't always immediately identified as such. The quality of the filmmaking and performances make it rise above mere melodrama cliche. I don't want to go into too much detail about the story, as I think a good deal of the interest is in letting it unfold on the film's own terms.

One of the unsung geniuses of American cinema.

A film of stupefying badness -- prettily made but empty, a piece of high-polish Bleak Chic. The story is lame and obvious, it goes exactly where any sentient movie goer will know it is going, and poor Jean Seberg is saddled with the lamest voiceover narration pre-BLADE RUNNER. A botch from start to finish.

The one American film to really speak the truth about the workings of the Universe.

Some good hard satire and some fine performances can't quite salvage this film, which all too often comes off as merely stagy and posed, downright cheap looking in places. Few major films are so badly made.

Another great Bugs revenge comedy, featuring one of the greatest dream sequences in cinema. Magnificent.

Well, it was okay, I wish I'd liked it better -- not as good as BRAND UPON THE BRAIN! or MY WINNIPEG. The Maddin Magic brings the film to life on occasion, but there's too much of MULHOLLAND DR.'s distancing puzzle-mechanics for me to really find the proceedings terribly interesting.

A marvelous, magical, moving autobiographical film that does what TREE OF LIFE thought it did.

A wondrous actress with great comic timing and the sexiest voice in movie history. Her turn in KIND HEARTS AND CORONETS is one for the ages, probably my favorite femme fatale. She gives Louise Brooks a run for her money.

Let's just forget about this one altogether, okay?

Some unfortunate casting makes this something of an ordeal. Paul Hopkins and Nina Siemaszko are just not up to the levels of Marcus D'Amico and Chloe Webb, and the storylines just aren't as interesting as they were in the first series. You can skip this with a clear conscience.

An entertaining mini-series, made with warmth and energy. Some fine performances, especially from Olympia Dukakis and Laura Linney. Chloe Webb's quirks were never put to better use, and Marcus D'Amico is vastly appealing as Michael Tolliver. The follow ups just don't come near the quality of this one.

Always fascinating to watch, capable of a lot more than he was really ever given the opportunity to do. His brilliant Max Bialystock is one of the great performances in American film, funny and greedy and still warm and alive. Mostel makes magic onscreen.

A fine and intelligent film, with a lot on its mind. I wish Cronenberg had cast anyone but William Hurt in one key role -- his gimmicky over-acting schtick damn near sinks the film.

Well acted, pretty forgettable.

The HBO film about the disastrous McCain/Palin campaign — with Julianne Moore doing stellar work as Sarah Palin. Moore nails every little tick and “you betcha!” but never crosses the line into caricature — there are some devastating moments of Palin clearly in over her head and trying to cope. Moore’s depiction of Palin’s sheer abject terror before the dreadful Katie Couric interview is really impressive, and oddly moving, as are a couple of desolate moments of Moore’s Palin watching Tina Fey’s brilliant satire of Palin. But never fear — there’s no hint of whitewashing, however, remarkably so. The cast is admirable all round, but Ed Harris for some reason plays John McCain with a real dignified gravity that the real John McCain never displayed on the campaign trail. There’s none of the twitching or grimacing that made him such an ordeal to look at.

A beautifully photographed, beautifully designed, impeccably produced and acted piece of sheer overheated nonsense, twaddle from start to finish.

Some very fine performances from Kristen Wiig and Maya Rudolph make up for an uneven script and story. I was helpless with laughter more than once. I could have done without the Melissa McCarthy character entirely.

The "we're the people" speech can be forgiven, considering the excellence of the rest of the film. Even Fonda, who I usually just cannot stand, rises to the occasion. Watered down in many ways from Steinbeck's novel, yes, but there's still plenty to impress. Until someone decides to remake it, we'll just have to accept it as is. And who'd dare remake it? We'd wind up with Zack Snyder directing Streep as Ma Joad.

Ricsi is one of the great actors in world cinema. Suck it, Meryl.

OK -- watchable, certainly. I just wish I'd been able to work up as much interest in the proceedings as they seemed to want me to.

Madly appealing, able to project an intoxicating blend of virility and silliness -- like Gene Kelly with acting ability.