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Even Bond is feeling the recession.Daniel Craig has that mysterious quality, that je ne sais quoi, that truly defines the James Bond character. This is a man who draws women effortlessly, kills efficiently and looks incredible in a tux.

James Bond has long been a cultural icon for masculinity at its best. Operating outside of the bounds of society, he is free from its restrictions, a man who protects the women, saves his country or often the world and does so with unparalleled style. Daniel Craig as James Bond, more than any other actor who has tackled the iconic role, brings a seriousness and enigmatic depth to Bond that makes the character even more fascinating.

Hot for teacher?The title Happy Go Lucky is kind of misleading. It implies a cutesy-fresh-feeling, sunshine approach to life, but it's far from cute-it's about real problems for real people and the ability to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Central character Poppy (Sally Hawkins) maintains a positive outlook throughout the movie. Her bike is stolen near the beginning and her only lament is that she didn't get to say goodbye. Poppy's a 30ish, single, North London primary school teacher whose passion is going to pubs and bouncing on a trampoline. Poppy's a wiseacre, unable to stop joking and always putting a spin of hope and optimistic sarcasm on everything. It's a struggle for her to take things seriously, though her caring demeanor is never nauseatingly sweet. She drinks, hangs out, is accosted by life and shrugs it off as "things just happen, move on and have fun with life." She's almost nervously out of sync with the rest of the world. After the bike incident she decides to learn to drive. We then follow Poppy and the various people she encounters, focusing more on life lessons than getting all hung up in plot.

And that, boys, is why you wouldn’t last five minutes in Sturgis. In the recently ended political season, there was a comment much
dissected and analyzed having to do with lipstick on a pig. I am trying
hard to forget the context, but watching Role Models this unfortunate
image came roaring back at me.

I suspect Judd Apatow is responsible
in large part for the new comedy genre, which created the following
formula: relentless amounts of crudeness, the raunchier the better,
followed by an awakened heart, followed by a gauzy enlightenment. And
in capable hands, it works. You get potty humor and leave the theater
feeling good about the world. We're going to make it, man.

A temporary resurrection. Soul Men is Bernie Mac's last movie; that alone lends his portrayal of an over-the-hill backup soul singer an eerie undertone. Coupled with the passing of Isaac Hayes (playing himself), this comedy could prove a real tearjerker for some and there is a fitting tribute done via clips of interviews and outtakes during the ending credits. But the meat of the movie, which was directed by Malcolm D Lee, (Undercover Brother) is an old and simple story. Two old friends are reunited for one last hurrah, with some road trip hijinks mixed in.

Scissor sisters. I almost don't know what to say about this innocuous entry into the
thriller genre except that it's as about as mediocre as they come, as
generic as it gets, and predictable beyond a shadow of a doubt. My
first thought was proven to be true that any movie with "Haunting" in
the title and especially "the Haunting of…" is doomed from the get-go.
Just check out Internet Movie Database (IMDB.com) if you don't believe
me. This movie was so below my level of consciousness that it didn't
even have enough power to make me mad. I just sat there and so did the
movie.

The Haunting of Molly Hartley, follows, you guessed it, Molly
Hartley and her pesky haunting and does so as follows: Molly (Hayley
Bennett) is attending a new high school in a new place with just her
dad. He says "let's have a fresh start" at breakfast, foreshadowing
things might not go so well. They've moved to the same community as her
mother's mental health facility and soon Molly has headaches,
hallucinations and troubles all stemming from the fact that mom jabbed
a pair of scissors in her chest years ago and was put away. Molly is
basically haunted by her mom…constantly, via flashbacks and what seems
to be present day escape visits.

The milkman always rings twice. You can try to distract me, Kevin Smith, but despite the gratuitous
nudity, rampant profanity and every euphemism for male and female
genitalia in existence, Zack and Miri Make a Porno is full of poorly
written dialogue, boring characters and sentimentality that plays
cheesy and awkward.
Zack (Seth Rogen, Knocked Up) and Miri (Elizabeth
Banks, Definitely, Maybe) are high school best friends come roommates
that are struggling to pay the bills. The night of their 10-year high
school reunion they come home to find their utilities shut off. Huddled
around a trash can fire in their living room, they decide in a flash of
entrepreneurialship to make a porno.

The Norton effect. A family of Irish cops and police corruption… sound familiar? Yes,
Pride and Glory has all the makings of a formulaic, seen-it-before
storyline, but at the hands of writer/actor/director Gavin O' Connor
(Tumbleweeds) it takes on an original, seedy life of its own. This is
actually a pretty good movie.

Dark and disturbing from the beginning,
there is not one lighthearted moment. From the initial body-laden
bloodbath of dead cops and drug dealers to the yelling, crying,
relentless violence and inevitably bitter end, this movie doesn't let
up. Shot in gritty and grainy blue hues depicting the evil beating
heart of NYC, Pride and Glory takes its stand among such movies as
State of Grace, Serpico, King of New York, Training Day and (the
underrated) Monument Avenue.

1) Texas Chainsaw Massacre (dir: Tobe Hooper) 1974

By far the best
horror movie ever is this original TCM classic. It's surprisingly not
as gory as the title infers, but the twisted saga of Sally and
wheelchair-bound Franklin travelling with some friends goes hazardously
awry after they pick up a hitchhiker whose brother makes "headcheese
real good." Enter cannibalistic inbred nut-jobs and good ol'
chainsaw-wielding Leather Face and you're off and running. This movie
is so demented that it keeps you on the edge of your seat not only due
to the sheer terror involved, but also the hilarious dialogue and goofy
acting.
2) Evil Dead (dir: Sam Raimi) 1981
Horror at its
frenetic peak! This is the one of the most hilarious, knuckle-biting
and gory creep fests ever made. Lantern-jaw Bruce Campbell and pals
wig-out royally in a cabin in the woods possessed by at least three
Linda Blairs from The Exorcist and blood spews like wretched wine. This
is one fast-paced inventive gore-fest that can make you laugh as hard
as you scream.
3) Audition (dir: Takeshi Miike) 1999

Japan's hardest working and most prolific film maker, Miike, has made
arguably the creepiest movie ever. It seems to be a tragic, almost
boring love story until the halfway mark. Then something happens
causing the movie to take so many jaw-dropping turns, bending into
unfathomable sadistically evil and surreal images that your guess is as
good as mine as to what the hell went wrong.

The Queen BeeCasting can be everything. A well-chosen cast can make the fairly unimaginative adaptation of a well-loved novel into something worth seeing. Writer/director Gina Prince Bythewood (Love and Basketball)did well by the characters from Sue Monk Kidd's best-selling novel The Secret Life of Bees, though at the expense of plot development.
A waif-ish and often disheveled Dakota Fanning (War of the Worlds) plays the emotionally fragile and love-starved Lily Owens. At four years old Lily was responsible for her mother's death, "And that's all I know about myself," fourteen-year old Lily narrates in the opening scene. Accompanied by housekeeper Rosaleen (played by Oscar winner Jennifer Hudson of Dreamgirls), Lily runs away from her harsh and emotionally abusive father (Paul Bettany, sans British accent). The two travel to Tiburon, South Carolina where they are taken in by the beekeeping Boatwright sisters.
It is August Boatwright (Oscar winner Queen Laitfah, Chicago), the ubiquitous and wise head of the family that decides to take in Lily and Rosaleen against the wishes of her sister June (Alicia Keys, Smokin Aces).

Over the falls in a barrelAt first I thought I was watching a trick movie. This is no scathing statement on the evils of the Bush administration, nor does it take a feel-good, pro-Bush stance. W. paints an unflattering yet surprisingly sympathetic picture of George W. Bush. This is perhaps even more surprising given the man at the helm of the film, Oliver Stone. Where's the conspiracy theory? Where's the self-righteous anger? I get the distinct impression he doesn't want to kick a dead horse when it's down.
Stone has said that while George W. Bush was completely unfit to be president, he also learned that he's not such a bad guy. And so it goes in this saga of W (Josh Brolin). We get to see the fraternity days and his penchant of calling everyone by nick names, his years of heavy drinking and carousing, his stammering courtship of Laura Bush (Elizabeth Banks), his relationship with his pastor (a big and beefy Stacy Keach) and his subsequent switch from booze to born again. But the main crux of the movie is his relationship with "Poppy," aka Bush senior (James Cromwell), and his inability to please him. It's the age-old Oedipal story. After dodging all responsibility. Bush still wants to please his dad, and finds God in the process. In essence, he spends the rest of the movie trying to please both of his fathers: the biological and the heavenly one.