Opening This Week
Speed Racer (PG) See review here.
What Happens in Vegas ... (PG-13) They get drunk, get married, then screw. Not necessarily in that order. Meanwhile, one of them wins a pile of cash. They fight over it for a while before they come to their senses. Love is more valuable than money. Everyone leaves happy. Stars Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher.
Redbelt (R) David Mamet writes and directs an action flick. Stars Tim Allen and Chiwetel Ejiofor.
The Visitor (PG-13) See review here.
88 Minutes (R) The mystery is over. It's now very clear why Jon Avnet's 88 Minutes gathered dust on a shelf for nearly two years. It only remains for someone to explain why it came out at all. Al Pacino — sporting what appears to be Frank Langella's hair from the 1979 Dracula — stars as a "forensic psychologist" whose testimony almost single-handedly puts a man (Neal McDonough) on death row as a serial killer. Nine years later — on the very eve of that man's execution — an idential murder (one of those showy, easy-to-spot murders) occurs, casting doubt on the man's guilt, and even implicates Pacino. Al's day gets worse when he receives a phone call telling him he has 88 minutes to live. Then the movie gets really silly. Pacino overacts with both fists, everyone gets his or her turn in the red herring barrel, and none of it makes any sense at all. —Ken Hanke
Baby Mama (PG-13) In the wake of Knocked Up and Juno comes Baby Mama, another film centered on psychologically-fraught reproduction. Baby Mama stars Tina Fey and Amy Poehler as two women on opposite ends of the socioeconomic spectrum who decide to make a baby together. A delicious dichotomy, Tina Fey's comic charm lies in her mix of prissiness and enough familiarity with the gutter-mouthed side of life to keep things interesting. In Baby Mama the priss is in the house, with Fey playing one half of a classic odd couple. A driven Philadelphia executive desperate to have a child, Kate Holbrook (Fey) is deep in the throes of baby lust: She sees babies everywhere, babies that taunt her with her own infertility. The film's uber-corny poster art with the title spelled out in baby blocks may be an early indication of the middle-of-the-road yuks to come. While Poehler sucks on a Big Gulp, Fey looks on sheepishly, and the effect is of a cartoonish poster for one of Schwarzenegger's fish-out-of-water films like Junior or Kindergarten Cop and all of the conventionalized hilarity that implies. —Felicia Feaster
Counterfeiters (R) When the Nazis discover his artistic skills, Salomon (Karl Markovics) gets a reprieve, painting kitschy portraits of Nazi soldiers and their families. It means an escape from the work detail and better food. But Salomon's life really improves when he is plucked from hell by a Nazi officer. He's sent to be part of a secret, talented group of Jewish prisoners with printing, artistic, and financial skills who create counterfeit dollars and pounds to weaken the Allied economies. Holocaust films often emphasize the abjection and suffering of the concentration camps. And there are certainly aspects of this familiar tack in The Counterfeiters. But one of the most interesting relationships in the film is the one between Salomon and his old pursuer, now the Nazi head of the counterfeiter unit, Herzog. Director Stefan Ruzowitzky paints the Nazi officers as both sadistic anti-Semites and bumbling bureaucrats. —Felicia Feaster
Deception (R) What we have here is a slickly produced flick with a couple of cool stars (Ewan McGregor and Hugh Jackman), an appealing female lead (Michelle Williams), nice guest turns for Maggie Q and the always welcome Charlotte Rampling, along with some attractive locations — all of which is much better than the material. The plot is at once a preposterous and predictable one that huffs and puffs its way to its predestined conclusion, offering such distractions as an exploding apartment with resultant misidentified corpse, double crosses, double-double crosses, one of those concepts that suggests anyone could drain $20 million from a bank account with a little computer savvy, and so many holes that you could use a slice of the movie as the perfect topper to a ham sandwich. —Ken Hanke
Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed (PG) Ben Stein and junk science meets even junkier filmmaking in Nathan Frankowski's Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed — as shameless, stupid, and loathesome a piece of propaganda as ever skulked its way into a theater. Frankowski really should have chosen a different subtitle for the film (my vote is for Win Ben Stein's Brain Cell) since he seems to have succumbed to the "no intelligence allowed" credo in attempting to make his point. Facts are little in evidence, while half-truths, misrepresentations, and bizarre leaps in logic run riot: associating, for instance, evolutionists with Nazis and communism (according to the movie, Darwin fathered both). The film also shoots itself in the foot by claiming intelligent design has nothing to do with religion for half its length and then spending the rest of the film railing against atheists and the lack of God. —Ken Hanke
The Forbidden Kingdom (PG-13) The first ever teaming of martial arts film stars Jet Li and Jackie Chan, The Forbidden Kingdom is a perfectly fine piece of entertainment for what it is, but never does anything more than scale the heights of adequacy. The films follows a South Boston teen who's transported to an ancient, mystical kingdom where he must return an ancient weapon with the help of a monk and a drunken master in order to defeat a despotic warlord. This leads to a lot of the requisite fighting of numerous anonymous henchmen, though none of it — aside from the mid-film showdown between Li and Chan — is memorable, while the film itself is sufficiently slick and paced quickly enough that it's able to overcome its predictable, worn-out plot. —Justin Souther
Forgetting Sarah Marshall (R) Where many movie comedies clock in at around 90 minutes, those from Judd Apatow and his pals stretch out over a couple of hours of gag-filled dialogue. Even in his funniest films, like The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Apatow has shown himself to be less interested in storytelling than in creating situations in which his actors can do funny — often extremely funny — things. Forgetting Sarah Marshall, directed by Apatow's one-time Undeclared collaborator Nicholas Stoller and written by his Freaks & Geeks co-star Jason Segel, simply goes the extra mile. It's a sketch-comedy movie in which the standard plot-development questions — Will the guy get the girl? Will someone change for the better? — prove almost laughably irrelevant. —Scott Renshaw
Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay (R) The original Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle came as a pleasant surprise, because no one expected it to be good. The inherent problem with that kind of success is that it only works once. For the second round, people actually have expectations to be met, and, with any luck, exceeded. Unfortunately, Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay does neither, though it's not for want of trying — and that might just be the problem. Our heroes — played by John Cho and Kal Penn — are the same genial stoners, and Neil Patrick Harris returns as the same (hopefully) alternative reality version of himself. The humor is — if anything — more pointed and rude. It's certainly more subversive in its take of on post-9/11 paranoia, but it all feels kind of desperate this time around, more forced, and the freshness is gone. Some laughs, but not enough. —Ken Hanke
Iron Man (PG-13) The first big blockbuster film of the year is upon us and it's pretty darn good — for what it is. But it is what it is. Let's face facts, comic books aren't Faulkner in four-color-process. Here we're talking about a guy who dresses up in a flying metal suit to blast, bomb, and bludgeon his way through a variety of terrorists and a traditional super bad guy in an even bigger flying metal suit. There's precious little wiggle-room for subtlety in a framework like that. But the beauty of Iron Man lies in the fact that the film realizes this and behaves accordingly. The secret weapon is Robert Downey, Jr. in the title role as a wisecracking, womanizing hedonist who's made a fortune as an arms manufacturer. He sees the error of his ways, yes, but he never gets morbid about it, he continues to make smart remarks, and he actually enjoys his superhero status. Good chemistry between Downey and leading lady Gwyneth Paltrow helps to make the film a refreshing change. —Ken Hanke
Leatherheads (PG-13) George Clooney stars as Dodge Connelly, a 45-year-old pro football player in 1925. When his rag-tag team runs out of teams to play and the money to play with, he hits on the idea of recruiting the hottest college player in the country, Carter Rutherford (John Krasinski). Not only is Rutherford the biggest name in college football, but he's a war hero in the bargain. There's only one catch. Ace Chicago reporter Lexie Littleton (Renee Zellweger) has been sent by her paper to dig up the dirt on Rutherford's heroism and discredit him. It all neatly follows the formula of the screwball comedy, even if it sometimes misses the manic intensity it aims for. —Ken Hanke
Made of Honor (PG-13) The story of a wealthy playboy who inconveniently finds out his female best friend is getting married at the exact same moment he's finally realized he's in love with her. So instead of talking to her, he decides to accept her offer to be Maid of Honor in order to stop her wedding and steal her away. Starring Patrick Dempsey in yet another attempt to transform him from a TV heartthrob into a full-fledged movie star, the film is generic rom-com formula, stuff that's doing the kamikaze bit by going up again Iron Man. It doesn't help matters that the movie's never funny, or that Dempsey's character is too misogynistic, sleazy, and selfish to ever root for. —Justin Souther
Nim's Island (PG) Nim's Island is a poorly paced, anti-climactic family film full of shoddy direction and loose ends. It will be fine for the younger set, but it's lacking for adults. With a screenplay by a whopping four screenwriters (and then directed by two of them) with credits like Wimbledon and one episode of Growing Pains, the movie is a case of not just too many fingers in the pie, but too many fingers that belong to people who really have no reason making a pie in the first place. —Justin Souther
Street Kings (R) Tom Ludlow (Keanu Reeves) is bad news; we know this in the first minute of Street Kings, because he wakes up and grabs his gun before he even takes a piss. Give Street Kings just a few minutes more, and you'll know pretty much everything else there is to know about the rule-breaking Los Angeles vice detective — because this is a movie that assumes everyone who's watching is a complete moron. —Scott Renshaw