Third Man, The

Diane Lane has cornered the market in respectable middle-aged women suddenly awakened to erotic life by younger men — so why are her personae not remotely believable?

I’m Not Rappaport, written and directed by Herb Gardner from his stage play, takes its title from the old vaudeville joke. Comic walks across the stage as it were down a street and encounters straight man with surprise: “Rappaport! What happened to you?” he says. “You used to be a short, fat man and now…

In Anaconda, Danny (Ice Cube), while he is being pursued up the Amazon by a gigantic, man-eating snake and a homocidal river man, dreams of being back in “civilization” — by which he means “on the L.A. freeways with my cell phone.” Ha! If you’ve got to choose between the giant snake and the river…

Nobody could be in favor of Victorian hypocrisy anymore. So why do we continue to bash it — and congratulate ourselves for being superior?

One True Thing, directed by the excellent Carl Franklin (Devil in the Blue Dress and that Arkansas movie with Billy Bob Thornton) and based on the novel by Anna Quindlen, suffers from trying to do too much. It is really three separate stories that are like plants grown too close together, all fighting for the…

A pretty routine bit of Hollywood uplift in the sporting context which isn’t quite sure about what it really believes