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don’t just bump — they thud, crack, and blud­geon your ears like a squad of line-danc­ing T. rexes. Subtlety, an ef­fec­tive but rare qual­ity in hor­ror movies, has van­ished into the for­est. The scari­est thing about this movie is just wait­ing for some­thing fright­en­ing to hap­pen, and when some­thing ridicu­lous hap­pens in­stead, you get the weird ex­pe­ri­ence of laugh­ing your­self silly while your hair stands on end. Rated R. 89 min­utes. Regal Sta­dium 14; DreamCatcher. (Jeff Acker)


Renée Zell­weger re­turns to play au­thor He­len Field­ing’s beloved hero­ine Brid­get Jones once more. This time, Jones finds her­self in a new pickle: She’s preg­nant and un­cer­tain who the fa­ther is. Could it be the new man she has taken a fancy to (Pa­trick Dempsey) or the old flame who has re-en­tered her life (Colin Firth)? More to the point: who does she want it to be? Rated R. 122 min­utes. Regal Sta­dium 14; Regal DeVar­gas; Vi­o­let Crown. (Not re­viewed)


Woody Allen’s lat­est teems with themes, plots, and sub­plots dear to his phi­los­o­phy as well as the kind of easy­go­ing sto­ry­telling rhythms and deft wise­cracks that have be­come a trade­mark of his style at its best. Here we have a crazy, funny con­coc­tion of in­ter­re­lated sto­ries built around Bobby Dorf­man (Jesse Eisen­berg), a Brook­lyn kid who tries his luck in the dream fac­tory of Hol­ly­wood in the ’30s and then re­turns to the real en­chanted city of New York. He falls in love with a pretty sec­re­tary, Von­nie (Kris­ten Ste­wart), and gets shown the Hol­ly­wood ropes by his Un­cle Phil (Steve Carell), a name-drop­ping su­per-agent. Back in the Big Ap­ple, he goes into the night­club busi­ness with his hood­lum brother Ben (Corey Stoll). There’s ro­mance, be­trayal, fam­ily, re­li­gion, mur­der, and fab­u­lous mu­sic, and it’s all seen through the peer­less lens of cine­matog­ra­pher Vit­to­rio Storaro. Rated PG-13. 96 min­utes. Vi­o­let Crown. (Jonathan Richards)


When three friends break into the home of an el­derly blind man (Stephen Lang), they think they’re on the way to a quick rob­bery and a mas­sive, easy score. Their plans go awry when the man kills one of them and traps the oth­ers in­side. From there, the chase is on, as the two re­main­ing friends try to evade the man, who pos­sesses both keen hear­ing and some dark se­crets. The sim­ple premise is en­gag­ing, and di­rec­tor Fede Al­varez is up to the chal­lenge, swoop­ing the cam­era around the house in such a way that view­ers have a good sense of where ev­ery­one’s hid­ing and how im­me­di­ate the dan­ger is. Too bad we’re forced to en­dure a gross plot twist and nu­mer­ous false end­ings that ruin the film’s early good­will. Rated R. 88 min­utes. Regal Sta­dium 14; DreamCatcher. (Robert Ker)


Mike Bir­biglia (Sleep­walk With Me) ex­am­ines the frag­ile Eden of a not-so-young-any­more New York City im­prov troupe ded­i­cated to mak­ing peo­ple laugh ev­ery night, with­out a script and with­out a net. When the lease on their theater is can­celed and one of their num­ber (Kee­ganMichael Key) makes the leap to Week­end Live (think Satur­day

Night Live), jeal­ousies and thwarted am­bi­tions eat away at the oth­ers. There are nicely de­fined per­for­mances through­out and some clever mo­ments on­stage and off; and the story is a lov­ing tribute to the rules and prac­tice of the form, as de­fined in the ’50s by peo­ple like Del Close, Elaine May, and Santa Fe’s late Ted Flicker. But the strength of this touch­ing film is in its re­la­tion­ships and its dreams; the in­spired hys­te­ria of great im­pro­vi­sa­tional com­edy never quite takes off. Rated R. 92 min­utes. Regal DeVar­gas. (Jonathan Richards)


Meryl Streep crafts an odd but ap­peal­ing char­ac­ter out of the New York so­cialite who in the 1930s and ’40s earned renown as the world’s worst con­cert singer. Directed by Stephen Frears, this highly fic­tion­al­ized tale (ever so se­lec­tively “based on the in­spir­ing true story”) also elic­its a more sym­pa­thetic por­trayal than you might think likely from Hugh Grant, who plays the hus­band who sup­ports her un­bounded as­pi­ra­tions and en­forces unswerv­ing de­vo­tion from those she seeks to im­press. Si­mon Hel­berg, as her ac­com­pa­nist, helps glue the movie to­gether; he ac­tu­ally plays the pi­ano, and his re­ac­tions to the sounds ema­nat­ing from “Lady Florence” ex­em­plify stunned dis­be­lief. Streep sings her own bits, con­vey­ing the diva’s dis­tinc­tive style with élan. Rated PG-13. 110 min­utes. Regal DeVar­gas; Vi­o­let Crown. (James M. Keller)


Two broth­ers (Chris Pine and Ben Foster) take to rob­bing banks while two ex­pe­ri­enced law­men (Jeff Bridges and Gil Birm­ing­ham) doggedly pur­sue them. As a heist-ac­tion film, the story of­fers lit­tle that’s new, but Tay­lor Sheri­dan’s in­sight­ful script and David Macken­zie’s deft di­rec­tion trans­form the story into an in­volv­ing drama about the bonds of love and loy­alty and the lengths to which modern-day out­laws and law­men will go to up­hold their re­spec­tive codes of the West. New Mex­ico dou­bles for Texas in the film. Rated R. 102 min­utes. Regal DeVar­gas; Vi­o­let Crown; DreamCatcher. (Robert Nott)


This movie opens with Paula Hall (Rachel House) de­liv­er­ing the pudgy, sullen thir­teen-year-old Ricky (new­comer Ju­lian Den­ni­son) into the hands of his lastchance foster fam­ily, Bella (Rima Te Wi­ata) and her hus­band, the grumpy old Hec (Sam Neill), a re­mote bush-dwelling farm cou­ple. Ricky runs away. He gets hope­lessly lost and is found by savvy woods­man Hec. But Hec is in­jured, and the two have to hole up in the woods while he heals. The au­thor­i­ties as­sume kid­nap­ping and worse, and a mas­sive man­hunt en­sues. The movie fol­lows as the two tra­verse the New Zealand bush. All this is in the in­ven­tive hands of Kiwi writer-di­rec­tor Taika Waititi. It’s the well-worn story of the grad­ual, grudg­ing bond­ing of a cur­mud­geon and a kid, but told with a deep reser­voir of charm and sur­prise. Rated PG-13. 101 min­utes. Cen­ter for Con­tem­po­rary Arts. (Jonathan Richards)


This stop-mo­tion-an­i­mated ad­ven­ture cen­ters on a young Ja­panese boy named Kubo (voiced by Art Parkin­son), who ac­ci­den­tally sum­mons an an­gry spirit and then must set off on a jour­ney to stop it. Char­l­ize Theron and Matthew McConaughey voice the Mon­key and the Bee­tle, re­spec­tively, who help him on this path. Rated PG. 101 min­utes. Screens in 2-D only at Regal Sta­dium 14; Vi­o­let Crown. (Not re­viewed)


In this com­edy from Mex­ico, Omar Cha­parro stars as Ze­qui, a bank rob­ber who dis­guises him­self as a sub­sti­tute teacher at an un­ruly high school in or­der to ac­cess some money that he buried on the school grounds. As he whips the kids into shape us­ing un­ortho­dox meth­ods, he dis­cov­ers he has a knack for teach­ing. Rated PG-13. 100 min­utes. In Span­ish with sub­ti­tles. Regal Sta­dium 14; DreamCatcher. (Not re­viewed) PETE’S DRAGON This re­make of Dis­ney’s 1977 fea­ture com­bines live ac­tion and com­puter an­i­ma­tion and fo­cuses on a woman (Bryce Dal­las Howard) who en­coun­ters young Pete (Oakes Fe­g­ley), who has lived in the woods for years with the help of his dragon, and at­tempts to learn his iden­tity. Karl Ur­ban and Robert Red­ford co-star. Rated PG. 102 min­utes. Screens in 2-D only at Regal Sta­dium 14; DreamCatcher. (Not re­viewed) THE SE­CRET LIFE OF PETS What mis­chief goes on when hu­mans aren’t around? The first part of this movie is con­tent to imag­ine the shenani­gans your four-legged pals might ac­tu­ally be in­volved in when you close that door. But there are 90 min­utes to fill, and be­fore long, we’re off to car chases and phys­i­cal may­hem in­volv­ing all sorts of rep­tiles and birds of prey, led by a rogue bunny who has it in for hu­mankind. There are some un­de­ni­ably funny mo­ments but also long stretches where you can check your watch or make men­tal gro­cery lists. The movie is voiced by an all-star cast led by Louis C.K. and Kevin Hart. Rated PG. 90 min­utes. Screens in 2-D only at Regal Sta­dium 14. (Jonathan Richards)


Ed­ward Snow­den, the man who blew the whis­tle on the NSA’s sur­veil­lance of Amer­i­can ci­ti­zens, is still liv­ing in Rus­sia. To some, he is a traitor. To oth­ers, he’s a hero. To most, he’s a ci­pher. Oliver Stone’s movie sets out to give a hu­man di­men­sion to this po­lar­iz­ing fig­ure and to fill in the gaps in his pil­grim’s progress from staunch be­lief in his coun­try’s in­tel­li­gence mis­sion to dis­com­fort, doubt, dis­il­lu­sion, and fi­nally an act of prin­ci­pled trea­son. It’s per­sua­sive and riv­et­ing, but it’s de­liv­ered in a low-key way that es­chews the stan­dard pulse-pound­ing, palm-sweat­ing de­vices of the in­ter­na­tional spy thriller. You won’t leave the theater with any doubts as to where Oliver Stone stands on the hero/traitor ques­tion, but you will leave with a much fuller sense of who Ed Snow­den is and why he took the life-chang­ing, world-chang­ing path he did. Rated R. 134 min­utes. Regal Sta­dium 14; Vi­o­let Crown. (Jonathan Richards)


This trashy (in mostly good ways) story of a bunch of dan­ger­ous crim­i­nals who are forced by the gov­ern­ment to fight su­per­pow­ered vil­lains nails its cast­ing — Will Smith as the sharp­shoot­ing Dead­shot, Mar­got Rob­bie as ni­hilis­tic Har­ley Quinn, and Vi­ola Davis as the no-non­sense bu­reau­crat Amanda Waller — all of whom are ex­cel­lent. How­ever, di­rec­tor David Ayer sends them on a mis­sion that isn’t ex­cit­ing and is ren­dered in a murky vis­ual pal­ette, lead­ing up to a for­get­table cli­max. He tries to usher the plot and too many char­ac­ter in­tro­duc­tions along by us­ing dozens of pop­u­lar rock and rap songs, but the re­sult is a mess. Still, seeds are planted for a su­pe­rior se­quel, and the box of­fice num­bers sug­gest that we’ll get one. Rated PG-13. 130 min­utes. Screens in 2-D only at Regal Sta­dium 14. (Robert Ker)


Clint East­wood takes one of the most pub­li­cized news sto­ries of re­cent years and turns it into nail-


Mor­ris Ch­est­nut and Regina Hall play John and Laura Tay­lor, a mar­ried cou­ple strug­gling to have chil­dren. They make a deal with a sur­ro­gate mother named Anna (Jaz Sin­clair), tak­ing her into their home when she be­comes a vic­tim of do­mes­tic vi­o­lence. But Anna de­vel­ops an un­healthy ob­ses­sion with John, and soon the Tay­lors’ mar­riage — along with their un­born child’s life — is at risk. Rated PG-13. 107 min­utes. Regal Sta­dium 14. (Not re­viewed) bit­ing sus­pense, with Tom Hanks com­fort­ably fill­ing the role of Capt. Ch­es­ley “Sully” Sul­len­berger, who coolly brought his dis­abled US Air­ways jet down on the Hud­son River af­ter los­ing both en­gines to a flock of geese mo­ments af­ter take­off. All 155 on board (in­clud­ing Santa Fean David Son­tag) sur­vived with only a few mi­nor in­juries, and Sully was hailed as a hero. But East­wood amps up the drama by height­en­ing the con­fronta­tional as­pect of the Na­tional Trans­porta­tion Safety Board, whose in­ves­ti­ga­tors ques­tion whether the aquatic land­ing was nec­es­sary, sug­gest­ing Sully could and should have made it to an air­port. East­wood and screen­writer Todd Ko­mar­nicki jump around in time and in con­scious­ness, in­ter­spers­ing Sully’s night­mares of what might have been. Good sup­port comes from Aaron Eck­hart as Jeff Sk­iles, Sully’s co-pi­lot, and Laura Lin­ney in her fa­mil­iar thank­less role as the suf­fer­ing wife. Rated PG-13. 96 min­utes. Regal Sta­dium 14; Vi­o­let Crown; DreamCatcher. (Jonathan Richards)

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