I realize that this review is entirely pointless. Either you're going to go see the final chapter in a seven-part fantasy epic, or you're not. Even if you haven't read the books they're based on, I'm pretty sure you didn't walk out of the sixth movie and go, "Eh, I'm done with that." Either you're definitely going to see it, or you have zero interest, having never gotten involved. That said, if, by some slim chance, you once tried the series and disliked it, I would urge you to reconsider. Just like the books, each film has gotten progressively darker and more adult, and director David Yates, who's done the last two entries, has taken advantage of the two-part split for this chapter and given every scene the time it deserves, allowing it to deliver the full dose of emotion and/or creepiness. Plus, it's got quite possibly the best movie cliffhanger of all time.

A lot of people hate Paul Haggis -- the director and screenwriter behind The Next Three Days -- because he also wrote 2004's Crash, a bad movie that was wildly overrated at the time of its release. Fair enough, I guess, but since Crash's reputation has been readjusted so effectively over the past six years, I'm personally over its ludicrous Oscar win and focusing more on the fact that Haggis also wrote a damn good Bond movie (Casino Royale), and this thing, The Next Three Days, which is a much better thriller than its over-the-top trailers make it out to be.

The full trailer for DC Comics' next big movie, Green Lantern, is out, and the fan reaction has been mixed, to say the least. Ryan Reynolds plays Hal Jordan, a test pilot who gets drafted into an interplanetary police force of aliens who all wear skintight green suits and wield energy rings run on willpower. And while some are calling it a pleasant change from somber superhero fare, others are calling it an abomination, given what we know about the 50-year-old character. As a fan of Ryan Reynolds and a longtime reader of DC Comics, I thought I'd add my two cents to the mix.

Animated Jim Carrey may be even more unsettling than real Jim Carrey.

The studio behind the upcoming alien invasion movie Battle: Los Angeles was supposedly considering suing the directors of Skyline -- who are also special effects technicians on BLA -- because the movies are too similar. But Skyline may be the best advertisement for Battle: Los Angeles anyone could ask for. If there is a good, exciting action movie in Skyline, it takes place outside the apartment complex where all of the action is. The characters are basically watching a legitimately awesome action movie unfold outside their house, and while they're certainly in danger from the aliens, their lives and their actions are pretty much meaningless. Not just because they don't really affect the course of the action at all, but because you don't particularly care about any of them. That, combined with a crummy ending, leaves you hungry for an alien invasion movie you can be in the thick of, and not just watch from the sidelines with a bunch of jerks.

Ahh, the crowd-pleasing formula of a plucky young girl saving a sinking ship through good old-fashioned hard work and fortitude. Morning Glory adheres to that formula steadfastly, and it's all very touching and has a happy ending for all just like it should, but luckily the movie is saved from being generic by captivating performances and some smart attention to detail that, frankly, I didn't expect from it.

Tony Scott is a guy who's made a lot of embarrassingly bad movies over the past decade (Domino, Deja Vu, Spy Game), and whenever a director does that you sometimes forget who they used to be. How much fun The Last Boy Scout is, or how True Romance blew your mind the first few times you saw it, or that he's even the same guy who directed Top Gun at all. For all its faults and preposterousness, Unstoppable is a movie that's so much fun, and so expertly crafted as the perfect mindless actioner, that for the first time since Enemy of the State I'm reminded of what Tony Scott is capable of.

It's Scott Pilgrim vs. the disappointing box office! Round two! Fight!

Full disclosure: I have never seen the play For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf. I have never read the book version, and I have never seen the TV-movie with Alfre Woodard. I am not a woman, nor am I black. But I have read and performed in plays, I watched a lot of after-school specials in the 1980s and I used to watch All My Children with my mother when I was little, which I think makes me perfectly qualified to say that Tyler Perry's new movie, despite extensive refurbishing, is still outdated melodrama with familiar life lessons, overly florid dialogue and too many monologues.

The main characters of Four Lions are terrorists. Okay, wannabe terrorists -- at the start of the movie, they haven't actually done anything, and aren't receiving orders from anyone, but they certainly have ideas. They're also total idiots. Not just a little slow on the uptake, but utterly and completely moronic, in addition to being morally misguided. So you have to respect a movie that, somewhere in the midst of making fun of them relentlessly, makes you care enough about them that, by the end of the film, you're half-rooting for them to succeed, and when one dies, you're legitimately sad about it.