There's nothing terribly wrong with The November Man in a serviceable late-night cable TV sort of way but neither is there anything terribly right about it. It's unnecessary and derivative.

This is as brain-dead as a movie can be and it assumes the audience will have the I.Q. of a rutabaga.

Parodies are hard to do well, as is shown by the mediocrity of so many recent attempts. No matter how ripe a genre is for satirizing, unless you know how to do it, there are no guarantees.

Since 1977, there have been many science fiction movies, but none has managed to equal [A New Hope's] blend of adventure, likable characters, and epic storytelling.

John Wick is a rousing action thriller of the sort rarely encountered in theaters these days.

A generic vampire tale in the Underworld vein that comes closer to the infamous Van Helsing than a memorable re-interpretation of a legendary monster.

The Drop's unpredictability is organic rather than sensationalistic. The movie doesn't pull surprises out of thin air for the sole purpose of shocking an audience - it lets them develop naturally.

Side note to parents: Anyone who thinks 'Dude, Where's My Car' is more appropriate for children than 'American Pie' because it obtained a PG-13 rating needs to stop trusting the MPAA.

Being snarky and smug doesn't equate to providing insight, and there's more than one occasion when the filmmakers lose sight of this in their zeal to spread the Gospel According to Maher.

For the most part, however, Lady in the Water comes across as a movie that's too bad to be good, and not bad enough to be so bad that it's good.

If you thought it was impossible for a film to contain less effective comedy than Date Movie, here's evidence to the contrary.

The fruit falls off the tree. You don't shake it off before it's ready to fall.

The French Revolution gave birth to no artists but only to a great journalist, Desmoulins, and to an under-the-counter writer, Sade. The only poet of the times was the guillotine.

When Thales was asked what was difficult, he said, To know one's self. And what was easy, To advise another.

The music is in the air. Take as much as you want.

Self-realization is the last game on earth worth playing.

But society has now fairly got the better of individuality; and the danger which threatens human nature is not the excess, but the deficiency, of personal Impulses and preferences.

I don't have many expenses as a college student (mostly food) so I'm able to put advertising revenue right back into the production of new videos.

Each time a dancer moves devoutly or a composer faithfully searches the silence for the veiled melodies, eternity is engaged.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

It is the job of the historian to say what is likely, and of faith to say what is possible.