Asian museum undertakes an ambitious, risky capital project.
Decoding the dream world of his best-selling Journals.
In this sweet Leo vehicle, Spielberg returns to his strong suits: charm, chases, and ruses. Don’t forget the Life Lesson.
High school’s a bitch. Again.
Pterodactyls could flap through the plot holes in Phone Booth, in formation with a fleet of Airbus A3XX superjumbo jets….
I want to see: The Secret Lives of Dentists, because the Jane Smiley source tale used to be my favorite…
Remembering the Moptops at Seattle’s lost restaurant.
Eschewing pomo trickery, Paul Auster intentionally repairs a family via chance and coincidence.
Atom Egoyan makes a head trip of genocide.
The exhausted serial killer.
Learning to love formula filmmaking for now, at least.
Aragorn—oops, I mean Viggo—takes to the desert, following some very unreliable tracks.
Screw Jane Austen; Candace Bushnell could be the creator of this sexy new Elizabeth Bennet.
Chekhov’s trio of siblings provides a stirring experience at Intiman.
Opens at Guild 45, Fri., March 24. Not rated. 89 minutes.
With a mad genius like Theodore Roethke, it’s easy to separate the poet and the legend. The stories of Blue…
Mild but pleasing, The Chronicles of Narnia succeeds more with the CG effects than the kids.
Arts journalism isn’t dead, it’s just got a serious case of the blogs.
Runs Fri., Dec. 16–Thurs., Dec. 22, at Varsity.
Better living through thoughtfully applied technology.
