Marrit Ingman

The stage origins of this low-budget, indie prison movie are simply everywhere, but it is so fantastically acted that it inspires indulgence of its first-timers’ mistakes.

This snooty-dancer-meets-street-dancer musical romance is so painfully intent on teaching its characters life lessons every few minutes that it forgets to be trashy.

This trip through musical Istanbul is a little prettier than it is deep, but it provides a window into the variegated subcultures of a city one musician calls “a bridge crossed by 72 nations.”

This story of a young man in search of Mr. Right has a certain scrappy underdog charm but doesn’t flout any aspects of the romantic-comedy formula.

If you can accept the very idea of Shawn Wayans’ face on the body of an infantilized baby-man in diapers, who’s to care about the quality of anything else in the movie?

Seven years of film footage went into this perceptive documentary about girls who play high school basketball, the situations unique to their gender, and their marginalization by the school administration.

This disturbing but emotionally authentic story about adolescent life treats its subjects with bravery and compassion.

Hide the lasagna: The fat, lazy cat – and his doppelgänger – is back.