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A chick-flick for women of a certain age — and a certain age greater than their emotional one

Wes Anderson’s new film lives up to the high standard he set for himself in Rushmore (1998) and Bottle Rocket (1996). A must-see rating.

Poor Meg Ryan can’t seem to find a decent role in which she is allowed to be a grown-up. Whose idea was it to try making her a boxing manager dressed like a hooker?

Yet more corruption in the LAPD makes you wonder if there are criminals in Los Angeles who aren’t wearing a badge

I expected Enemy of the State, directed by Tony Scott, to be one more document in the tedious succession of conspiracy-theory movies that has pretty much dominated Hollywood’s view of politics since the 1970s. It is that, certainly. Once again, a rogue official of the government controls a vast army of sinister intent and apparently…

A remarkable evocation by the director of Central Station of life in the outback of Brazil 90 years ago is spoiled by a facile ending.