Hurt Locker, The (2008)

Mira Sorvino is the only triumphant thing about this inept adaptation of a Marivaux play.

Can any of us be sure that it’s not mere self-interest which determines who we love and whom we are loved by?

Tommy Lee Jones is hunting in the woods for a chicken-loving, people-hating serial killer that — gasp! — he trained. What’s not to like? Read on.

Science fiction is the parent genre of all post-modernism. If, as Hemingway said, all subsequent American fiction arises out of Huckleberry Finn, all post-modern movies arise out of Plan Nine from Outer Space and other B-grade schlock sci-fi movies of the 1950s — movies which have been enjoyed ever since by the cognoscenti more for…

Dirty jokes just aren’t what they used to be. What do you have to do around here to violate a taboo, anyway?

Still Crazy, directed by Brian Gibson from a script by Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais, also the writers of The Commitments, does about as good a job as it is possible to do with such predictable material as the reunion twenty years later of an aging 70s pop group. The recent Velvet Goldmine dealt…