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Do you find me creepy?The Unborn is not scary enough to be good and too serious to be "so bad
it's good." The flick is a gab-fest generic possession story that goes
beyond absurd and way beyond caring if it makes sense or not.

The
convoluted mess of a plot doesn't even try to win you over; it just
employs one sad old trick after another; a crumbling insane asylum,
tricky mirrors and doorways-there's even the medicine cabinet mirror
trick that I have complained about so often. The newest twists thrown
in are some hints of Jewish folklore, the Kabbalah and crickets from
Jerusalem. The snappy and clearly intended-to-be-witty dialogue tries
to distract, but it's so off the hook that you'll want to run out and
rent your favorite horror movie to wash the memory out of your eyes.

I finish things. In Hollywood, there's following convention, defying convention, and
then there's Clint Eastwood, who created his own set of conventions,
and is now shredding them to pieces in the last decade of a career
spanning more than 50 years.

I'm required to say this whenever I
review an Eastwood film. That said, Gran Torino probably ranks in the
bottom half of Eastwood's past six or seven films, which is sort of
like saying Oprah isn't quite the richest woman in the world. And while
I've been tempted to conclude that his directorial outings fare better
without him in front of the camera, this film is Exhibit A in the case
to prove me wrong.

So why do they call you the gay blade?There's something extremely vapid about The Spirit and I don't mean the
character-the movie. Sure there are big guns, pummeling, wisecracking
and tons o' cleavage but the acting is wooden and stiff. The characters
all seem soulless, leaving the audience no reason to care about any of
them.

This work pays homage to the work and genius of comic book
writer Will Eisner. Director Frank Miller gives Spirit his Sin City
treatment-color highlighting the black and white tone, a constant weird
sepia look, manic silhouettes, and white blood. You'll leave the
theater with memories of these images, but the slick stylizing of Sin
City just doesn't gel. There are some really funny lines, some
over-the-top scenes, but overall it's too arty for its own good. All
flash and no heat.

A bee in her bonnet. There is a line in Good Will Hunting that could be paraphrased thusly:
"Only a handful of people can tell the difference between how good we
are." And when it comes to acting, there are probably only a handful of
people who can tell the difference between the best performance ever,
and the performances by Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman in Doubt.

I could go on and on about the plot of Doubt,
the meditation on religion in general and the Catholic Church in
particular, as well as its relevance to the clergy molestation scandals
today. I could talk about the script, the play from which it's based
(written by John Patrick Shanley, who also directed this film), and the
superb set design that gives the movie its frigid, eerie feel.

Rhinestone cowboysI was there. Twice. The first time was in San Francisco in '78 when Dan White shot and killed Harvey Milk and George Moscone. The second time was at the Castro theatre for the opening week showing of Milk, almost 30 years later. It was a special, bittersweet night.

Milk is directed by Gus Van Sant, an openly gay director known for diverse films including Drugstore Cowboy and Good Will Hunting. Harvey Milk was a gay rights activist with political aspirations. Dubbed "The Mayor of Castro Street," he was ultmately elected to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors-not because he wanted to be a politician per se, rather he saw it as the right thing to do.
I lived on Castro Street for two years as an outcast - the slob-hetero of the neighborhood. This year, as the token straight waiting in line for the movie, I had a similar feeling, but this time we all shared the communal interest and a kind of sublime reverence.

If you have ever been unfortunate enough to work the graveyard shift, you may recall the downsides: When you're sleeping, everyone is awake. When you're awake, everyone else is sleeping. Your breakfast is their dinner. Their lunch is your midnight snack.

Based on the short story of the same name by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button attempts to give us a peak at a life lived backwards. Benjamin is an old man with cataracts in both eyes and ossified joints at birth. The twist is that with each passing year, he gets younger. His muscles and hair thicken, his eyesight improves. His peers die before he reaches childhood. His entire life is a graveyard shift.