Invictus: I'll have you know that I wrote my review several days before reading Ebert's, which comes to many of the same conclusions. Great minds, thinking alike, etc.
The Lovely Bones: I'm no fan of Peter Jackson (I made it through exactly one of the Lord of the Rings movies, because I don't see sequels to three-plus-hour slogs that put me to sleep, and King Kong was one of the most indulgent studio releases of recent years), but I really wanted to like The Lovely Bones, being all full of actors I like and all. But it's really terrible, a glacially-paced misfire on just about every level.
The Princess and the Frog: Hey, remember when Disney would make movies that people drew? You know, good ones like Treasure Planet and Atlantis: The Lost Empire and Brother Bear? Right. Exactly. Anyway, Rich liked it.
A Single Man: I'm intrigued by the mostly-positive reviews that Tom Ford's feature directorial debut has been getting on the festival circuit (and Orndorf's four-star notice); I should have a review of my own up on Tuesday, so stay tuned.
My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done: The AV Club's mostly positive review ends: "[V]iewers will have to decide for themselves whether My Son is a terrible, terrible movie or an uncompromising Herzog experiment in reality-bending. Here’s a suggestion: consider the track record." To that I reply: Coppola made some pretty good movies, and Jack still blows.