Anamorph Willem Dafoe hunts a serial killer. In the movies serial killers are always total higher education aesthetes (this one loves Renaissance paintings) even though that doesn't line up at all with real life profiles (a closer match is that dull middle-aged guy who ran a storage unit in The Dead Girl). So, yay for Hollywood's anti-intellectualism [/sarcasm]. If this genre wasn't played out already, the presence of that cross-eyed SAG holder from Silence of the Lambs in the same sort of helpful science guy role doesn't give me hope that this will offer up any fresh spin.
Pathology Milo Ventiglimia (Grade Z actor. Grade A hottie) takes his Heroes self to the big screen. Is there no escape from him? The trailer is very CSI meets Flatliners meets Slasher Film... and it seems to give the whole film away except for this boring question: will his girlfriend (Alyssa Milano) survive? I'm guessing no. She's not the boss of this movie.
Where in the World is Osama Bin Laden (Super Size Me) attempts to track down Osama Bin Laden since the Bush administration couldn't be bothered.
The Life Before Her Eyes Uma Thurman quietly begins to lose it on the anniversary of a school shooting from her youth. Evan Rachel Wood plays her the teenage promiscuous, restless version of her. Eva Amurri (Susan Sarandon's daughter) is in fine form as her born again best friend. My review is coming in a couple of days.
Four Minutes An award winning German film from two years ago finally gets a dinky release. It's about a musical prodigy turned murderer and the 80something piano teacher trying to find her music again.
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The Forbidden Kingdom Jet Li and Jackie Chan have to train
Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed Ben Stein does something or other for his own amusement. (I'm short on time here, shut up)
Forgetting Sarah Marshall Jason Segel (Freaks and Geeks 4ever!), naked and vulnerable, gets dumped and attempts to move on. Will the Apatow school of comedy continue to deliver massive hits. Veronica Mars co-stars. Now there's a TV star that deserves the transfer. Sorry Milo!
88 Minutes By now you've all heard the hook: Al Pacino has 88 minutes to solve his own murder (i.e. prevent it from happening). I can appreciate a good gimmick but only if they really commit to it. Why is this film 108 minutes long? Give us real time. Commit to your gimmick!
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