By Jena Ardell
By Jon Campbell
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Tessa Stuart
By Roy Edroso
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
By Zachary D. Roberts
Adam Sandler is the son of Satan (Harvey Keitel) who just won't toe the company line. Hey, here's a Sunday Timesthink piece: Devil comedies, why now? With Ozzy Osbourne (as himself), Quentin Tarantino, Patricia Arquette, and Rodney Dangerfield.
Guiseppe Tornatore's newest heart-warmer, about a Sicilian vamp who initiates, one way or another, a group of teenagers' en masse cherry-popping. Written by Luciano Vincenzoni, master scripter of spaghetti westerns. Kids watching sex in a hayloft seems inevitable.
Men of Honor
Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Jim Carrey, unrecognizable under prosthetics and digital effects, extrapolates a gag-and-slalom-filled feature from a single 23-minute cartoon. We'll miss Boris Karloff.
Rugrats in Paris: The Movie
The lovable, malapropism-spitting cartoon brats dismantle France and experience virtual reality; along the way, bespectacled worrywart Chuckie gets a new mom. If it's half as witty as the reruns, it'll be a gift to parents.
The 6th Day
Arnold Schwarzenegger narrowly survives a helicopter crash and returns home to discover he's been replaced by a clone. Didn't they clone Arnold years ago?
Black, Latino, Asian, and Jewish neighbors come together. Thanks-giving, multiculti Sundance style.
You Can Count on Me
Directed by Kenneth Lonergan, this brother-sister indie won the Grand Jury prize at Sundance.
We can see it now: scampering puppies, wagging tails, and Glenn Close's tonsils.
Brit novelist William Boyd's first film is a Remarque-esque WWI odyssey for a group of young Englishmen as they head into the meat-grinder of the Battle of the Somme in 1916.
Dungeons and Dragons
We almost completely forgot about this decades-old role-playing idiocy. With a script that is, we'll bet, just loaded with Pinterisms.
Master P exec-produces a prison drama.
Signs & Wonders
This second feature by Sundaydirector Jonathan Nossiter was blasted at Berlin for its pretentious opacitya quality that could, arguably, only have improved any given Sundance entry this year. Stars Stellan Skarsgård and Charlotte Rampling, so it can't be all bad.
Devil-worshiping Jewish boy builds railroad. We're not making this up.
Middlebrow bore Pat O'Connor remakes the '60s Sandy Dennis disease melodrama/romantic comedy, reuniting Devil's Advocate stars Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron. Start praying now for a cameo by the devilor at least Al Pacino.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Ang Lee's intermittently dazzling martial-arts crowd-pleaser makes the most of fight choreographer Yuen Wo-Ping (The Matrix) and a high-wattage quartet (Chow Yun-fat, Michelle Yeoh, Zhang Ziyi, and Chang Chen, the kid from Happy Together), though it doesn't so much revitalize the genre as discerningly repackage it for Western consumption.
Bond vet Martin Campbell directs a mountain-climbing rescue thriller, with Chris O'Donnell, Bill Paxton, and Robin Tunney suffering in the snow. Feels like you just saw the whole movie right now, doesn't it?
Clash of the cheekbones: Juliette Binoche and Johnny Depp star in a romantic comedy centered around a chocolate shop in a French village. One hopes for lots of wordless gazing on the order of Beau Travail, but unfortunately Lasse Hallström directs. So long as he lights them well.
The Emperor's New Groove
The Family Man
Genius auteur Brett (Rush Hour) Ratner handles this identity-switching comedy (wealthy single banker Nicolas Cage gets plopped into a middle-class, soccer-mom existence) with his characteristic insight and irony. Just the sort of thing you hate Hollywood for in the morning.
What Women Want
Nancy Meyers, without her sty-mate Charles Shyer, helms this looming horror about a man (Mel Gibson) who can suddenly read the minds of women. Prognosis: sexist jokes followed by comeuppance and turnaround. Helen Hunt, Marisa Tomei, Lauren Holly, Bette Midler, and Delta Burke get read; we get sick.