Rowan Atkinson returns to the role of the accidental secret agent who doesnt know fear or danger in the comedy spy-thriller Johnny English Reborn. In his latest adventure, the most unlikely intelligence officer in Her Majestys Secret Service must stop a group of international assassins before they eliminate a world leader and cause global chaos. In the years since MI-7s top spy vanished off the grid, he has been honing his unique skills in a remote region of Asia. But when his agency superiors learn of an attempt against the Chinese premiers life, they must hunt down the highly unorthodox agent. Now that the world needs him once again, Johnny English is back in action. With one shot at redemption, he must employ the latest in hi-tech gadgets to unravel a web of conspiracy that runs throughout the KGB, CIA and even MI-7. With mere days until a heads of state conference...

The movie opens with Johnny English, an inept worker at British Intelligence, having a fantasy about himself as "Agent One." In this fantasy, he successfully sneaks into a building by distracting the guard dogs with squeaky-toys, knocks out the human guards with their own guns, and then successfully seduces a black-haired beauty who tries to stop his mission by pointing a gun at him.

Just as he is about to kiss her, his fantasy is abruptly interrupted when the real Agent One walks in and asks for his papers. Johnny gives them to him, promising that he has "checked personally that the submarine hatch will open." Later, the audience hears that Agent One has died because his submarine hatch "failed to open."

When George Cukor directed his version of Claire Boothe Luce's play The Women in 1939, he stuck to its main conceit by making the entire movie a male-free zone – unless you count some sexually ambiguous lapdogs in the opening sequence. This week's remake, written and directed by Diane English, obeys the rule reverently (until its final scene), a curious choice for a film that holds womankind in such open contempt. If you don't have anything nice to say about an entire gender, why restrict your options so?

The Killing is an American crime drama television series based on the Danish television series with the same English title, but known as Forbrydelsen (The Crime) in Danish. The American version was developed by Veena Sud and produced by Fox Television Studios and Fuse Entertainment. The series first season, consisting of 13, hour-long episodes, premiered on the cable channel AMC on April 3, 2011, with a two-hour premiere. On June 13, 2011, AMC ordered a second season, that will contain 13 episodes.

It's hard not to respond emotionally to the big moments in Letters to Juliet, in spite of the fact that they've already been given away in the trailers.

And yet this film by Gary Winick, which opens Friday, stumbles so frequently - whether by dawdling over clichéd montages or simply sucking up time with slack, witless writing - that you start focusing on all the little miscues that litter the film.

Like: Why is the editor of the New Yorker (Oliver Platt in a cameo) shown editing hard copies of stories? The guy doesn't even have a computer on his desk! This is 2010, not 1980.

Sometimes movies surprise you. A cliché, I know, but bear with me a moment. Take a look at the DVD cover of How To Make Love To A Woman. Would you pick this up from a shelf filled to the brim with hundreds of other, possibly better films? I mean, the cover has the American Pie lettering and the cast striking and fronting with cheesy expressions that scream “we’re an ensemble cast for a raunchy comedy.” Actor Eugene Byrd in particular gets the worst of it, not only the lone black man on the cover but also saddled with a self-satisfied, too-cool pose.

The best joke (and perhaps the only one) in the new parody film Superhero Movie is in the trailer, which should be a sign that the comedy is not the hilarious deconstruction of comic book adaptations that it aspires to be. Rather, the movie is the latest in a string of virtually laugh-free parodies that imitate rather than send-up their source material, in the process compiling a collection of to-the-minute jokes that will lose their resonance before the punch line has even been delivered.

I was just reading an article about the oddly prolonged adolescence of American males, especially those in the movies. There's a common fantasy where the guys get away from their wives and girlfriends, and escape to where they're free to guzzle beer, eat sloppily, belch, fart, leave pizza boxes on the floor, scratch their butts, watch sports on TV, and in many other ways become irresistible to hot chicks. When was the last time you saw a man under 30 in the movies who had a stable marriage, a job, children, and a life where he valued his wife above his buddies?

Directed and written by Reg Traviss, Psychosis is the definition of a horror film. No later than ten minutes in, we witness a serial killer shockingly attacking a group of youths. Near to the attack site, Sarah (Charisma Carpenter), a crime novelist has just relocated to the English countryside, along with her husband David (Paul Schulfor). From noises at night to sightings of non-existing people, Sarah becomes more and more insecure with the belief that someone is hiding in the woods. As the only one to witness such occurrences, the locals are confident that it’s just her imagination, but is it just a case of an overactive imagination, or is there a more sinister plot being carried out?

Until he was downsized, affable, amiable Larry Crowne (Tom Hanks) was a superstar team leader at the big-box company where he's worked since his time in the Navy. Underwater on his mortgage and unclear on what to do with his suddenly free days, Larry heads to his local college to start over.

A spoilt LA brat being shipped off to an English boarding school for a spot of discipline and coming-of-age, may not on the face of it sound that the most appealing (or original) premise in the world. However this transatlantic teen romp is surprisingly watchable (after a clunky start), thanks to a neat script and directing.

The spoilt brat in question is 16 year old Poppy (Emma Roberts) who is uprooted from her pampered, shallow LA life by her despairing father (Aidan Quinn) and shipped off to the foreign world of early curfews, stern matrons, mandatory lacrosse, endless rain and various other English stereotypes under the watchful eye of headmistress Natasha Richardson.

Set in a distant future where life in the universe and space travel is dependent upon a spice found only on the planet Dune, this film tracks the rise of young Paul Atreides, son of good Duke Lito, from the time of his fathers betrayal and murder by a rival lord, Baron Harkonnen, to his discovery of the great secret behind the planet Dune and his own destiny, which is to free the planet and its denizens of the cruel rule of the Emperor.

Also known as Twisted Brain, Horror High is a no-budget fright flick set in -- you guessed it -- a high school. Nerdy student Pat Cardi is picked on by everyone in the free world: his parents, school bullies, pretty girls, even the school janitor. Spending a lonely evening in his basement lab, Cardi creates a serum that turns him into a monster. Here's the crayons...fill in the blanks as to what happens next.

Director J. Stephen Maunder’s action epic “Shadows in Paradise” — which has been available in France for about a year — is kind of like “The Expendables” for the direct-to-video market. The film is stuffed to overflowing with an abundance of DTV actors, including Tom Sizemore, Armand Assante, and my personal favorite, “Iron Chef America” badass Mark Dacascos.

Director Kevin “Witchboard” Tenney’s 1988 demonic horror outing “Night of the Demons” isn’t a movie I’m particularly fond of, so the idea of a contemporary remake didn’t ruffle my cinematic feathers whatsoever. The original isn’t a masterpiece by anyone’s definition of the term, though it’s hardly the worst genre effort produced during this decidedly prolific era in horror’s stories history. In fact, I consider the film’s 1994 direct-to-video sequel to be a superior film in every conceivable way. What can I say – I have horrible taste in movies. Feel free to throw rotten vegetables in my general direction.