I think it’s wonderful to see Jodie Foster attempt to break out of her cycle of gritted-teeth dramatic roles with a fluffy family comedy. However, the grating “Nim’s Island” is pitched too aggressively, and Foster’s bug-eyed, pratfall-packed performance is embarrassing to witness.
If Herschell Gordon Lewis directed “Little Shop of Horrors,” “The Ruins” would likely be the end product. A skin-crawlingly diabolical horror film, “The Ruins” is a sobering reminder that the screen can still generate anxiety on a massive scale when it meets material that takes few prisoners.
George Clooney has not only proven himself to be one of the most charismatic actors working today, but he’s become something of a versatile director as well. “Leatherheads” is certainly the zaniest film he’s made so far, but it rings a bell of constant delight; Clooney attempts to capture a bygone big-screen mood and gets the job done with mud in his hair, whiskey on his breath, and a goofy grin on his face.
Adored international filmmaker Wong Kar Wai makes his English-language debut with the sultry atmospheric piece, “My Blueberry Nights.” If you’re already a student of the director’s work, perhaps “Nights” will feel regressive and unusually aimless; however, those unfamiliar with Wong’s warm waters might find the picture alluring enough to crave his more eloquent cinematic forays.
The brain hurts to even consider how The Rolling Stones have managed to stick together for over 45 years. Of course, there’s the legacy of chart-smashing hits, legendary albums, truckloads of cash, and magnetic personalities; still, it’s incredible to see these guys, now in their 60s, jump onstage and still boogie down with the best of them.
Three stories of love and loss collide into each other in “Jellyfish,” an Israeli production that’s structured much like Paul Haggis’s “Crash,” but executed with whispers and looks, slipping into pure cinema mode for much of its brief running time.