Mary Elizabeth Williams

What ensues is "Beaches" meets "Pineapple Express." Which, I've got to tell you, is pretty much what living with cancer is like.

Farrell looks like he's having the time of his 400-year-old life.

It's a movie that succeeds, often beautifully, not by forcing its characters to be as naughty and gross and pathetic as men are. It soars by letting them be as naughty and gross and pathetic as women are. Three cheers for equality.

It's a hit for the most surprising reason of all: because it's very good.

Liman's buoyant direction is almost enough to make one forgive the film its heavily appropriated plot (including its groaner of a punchline).

After an uninspired middle period, the "Shrek" series has, like the revitalized character himself, roared back to form.

Whether he's getting hit in the face with a dildo or cozying up to Martha Stewart, Knoxville is always affable, playful and able coax a laugh out of an audience by doing ridiculous things. He's a jackass all right, but he's a jackass in shining armor.

So genuinely, viciously funny you can't help laughing -- even when you feel really bad about yourself for doing so.

A surprisingly wise and funny meditation on the nature of what it truly means to be a man.

Surprising as it sounds, as far as examinations of trust, loyalty and identity go, the big metal dude's story winds up far more satisfying than the plodding Kubrick opus any day of the week.

The sweetest, most sincere romantic comedy to come along in ages, and a luminous love letter to a great American city.

What really elevates it, though, is the film's sharp wit and tender heart, both of which are conveyed beautifully by the fresh-faced cast.

The most inventive and genuinely frightening horror movie to appear in years.

May not be anything new, but it's still just as shocking.

It may not be a great film, but for moviegoers, Letters to Juliet is like that long buried missive of its title -- a hopeful sign that when we hold out for good things, our patience is sometimes rewarded.

Wickedly funny, an ode to youthful overachievers that's as blackhearted as "Rushmore" was gently sentimental.

What really saves She’s All That from being just another why-good-heavens-you’re-beautiful piece of piffle, however, is the way its lesser elements sparkle. The romantic comedy may be predictable, but director Iscove’s over-the-top parody of faux celebrity — by way of Lillard’s gleefully preening, partying, getting-sensitive-for-the-camera ex-Real Worlder — is a hoot.

They've created far and away the most complex, appealing female character in a summer of soldiers, sword fighters and asteroid blasters.

It's a feature-length reparation for the appalling live-action versions of Seuss' books we've endured over the last few years.