Josh Rosenblatt

Woody Allen is still making movies at the rate of at least one a year. The problem is that he doesn’t make good movies at the rate of one a year.

Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman play characters who have only a short time to live. Promises, promises.

Julian Schnabel’s unorthodox but true story about a protagonist who is stripped of all self-movement and expression is equal parts reverie, despair, and social experiment.

Apocalyptic monster mash makes big crash.

Woody Harrelson stars as a professional escort for political wives in this Paul Schrader movie about sex, murder, scandal, and adultery in Washington, D.C.

Tim Burton’s adaptation of the Stephen Sondheim classic shows just how dull violent retribution can be when it’s all someone ever talks (or, in this case, sings) about.