Benjamin Strong

It helps that newcomer Keke Palmer nails it as the 11-year-old prodigy, avoiding cuteness and conveying more angst than all the pasty freaks in "Spellbound" combined.

The movie, as an exercise in narcissism, is breathtaking.

An unenlightening recitation of lay science and salad bar spirituality that could only resonate with those audiences who last year actually flocked to a movie called "What the Bleep Do We Know!?"

Only a nominal remake...Nevertheless, for gore aficionados (and probably no one else) the murders are worth the wait.

Shot on a modest DV budget, Kill the Poor isn't pretty, but it's a balanced look at the dirty politics of gentrification.

Madison peddles condescending hokum as heartland values.

Daltry Calhoun (Johnny Knoxville) urges you to "get high on grass--the legal kind." But to find anything funny in director Katrina Holden Bronson's debut, you're going to want the illegal kind.

Cuba Gooding Jr. and Clifton Collins Jr. (excellent as Perry Smith in "Capote") habitually rise above their clichéd roles.

By rubbing your nose in this hillbilly mayhem, Zombie all but dares you to acknowledge your liberal elitism, simply because just now, in Dubya's America, you don't happen to find anything particularly funny or lovable about stupid, dangerous provincials.

What's worth noting is how much greater deliberation was given to the marketing than the screenplay of this cursory dud, rushed to theaters exactly a year after its amusing predecessor.