Evil, we cast you out! Studio heads must feel like exorcists come January, when all their lousy product that tested poorly gets a stealthy (and, hopefully, brief) release…

Speed is on this Mechanic’s mind. The remake of the 1972 Charles Bronson–Jan-Michael Vincent cult item moves like a mofo through its opening action sequence, in which rugged hitman Arthur Bishop (Statham) takes down a target with they’ll-never-know-I-was-here ease…

These 11 upcoming movies are the ones Time Out has the strongest hunch about. What sets them apart? Perhaps it’s a brilliant director, a smart concept—or maybe it’s just a lack of a number in the title. (Full disclosure: We’re still totally in line for Piranha 3DD)…

Does it matter that Slavomir Rawicz’s ghostwritten 1956 best-seller, about his escape from a Siberian gulag and subsequent 4,000-mile walk to India, might have been a colossal fake?…

The Crusades are raging, and all knights Behmen (Cage) and Felson (Perlman) want to do is dispense with the heathens and head to the pub. Whoever cuts down the lesser number of infidels is buying!…

Ha—as if there were only one. Let’s count the dilemmas: Do the producers cut an inflammatory “electric cars are gay” joke, or do they keep it in and risk losing all those lavender Vince Vaughn fans?…

Country-music purists speak longingly for the golden age of honest-talkin’ honky-tonk, when giants like Merle and Waylon dominated the charts.

Watch the 1969 adaptation of Charles Portis’s novel and you’ll see a puny coup of counterprogramming slipped in among the ’60s hippie-revisionist Westerns. (A colleague pointed out that this last-gasp anachronism opened one week before The Wild Bunch.

Fleeing your family fruitcake? Or perhaps you're planning on spending Christmas alone, stewing in your own Scroogey juices. If you need a little filmic distraction that has nothing to do with redeeming angels or green guys with enlarged hearts, pay a visit to the Brattle Theatre (Dec. 25–27).

Keep your blue-skinned warriors, your Mad Hatters and your Gollums. There’s been no better use of today’s digital technology than to create a 35-year-old Jeff Bridges—several of them!—returned to ’80s-era perfection.