The Bounty Hunter: "I saw the poster," writes Roger Ebert, "and had a sinking feeling the title gave away the whole story." Amen to that. I don't know about you, but the one thing I was really hoping to get my eyeballs on was a mating of Midnight Run and every bad action-comedy-romance of the last twenty years. Gerard Butler's got charisma to spare and Jennifer Aniston still looks great in a tiny black dress, but who really thought anybody would give a shit about a warmed-over story like this one?
Repo Men: The timing on this one is certainly intriguing (though surely accidental); the notion of a dark futuristic action/comedy about the "repo men" who repossess your ridiculously overpriced artificial organs hitting theaters on the weekend of the health care vote is pretty funny, ya gotta admit. It sounds like a cross between Repo Man, Blade Runner, and the "live organ donors" sketch in Monty Python and the Meaning of Life; as intriguing as that stew is, it also sounds like a rental for me.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Let's be honest--nobody cares what I think of this one; it wasn't made for me. It was made for pre-teen boys who like fart jokes. I'm sure it will do very well among that specific (but lucrative) demographic.
Greenberg: Noah Baumbach's latest is one of his best--the script is tight and quoatable, the direction is retro without being kitschy, and features a starmaking performance by Greta Gerwig in the female lead. It's prickly and occasionally infuriating (neither Baumbach nor Ben Stiller go out of their way to make the titular character easily engaging), but you can't get it out of your brain afterwards.
Mid-August Lunch: Gianni Di Gregorio's picture is a comedy in a deliberately minor key, a lightweight little piffle with some real warmth and, if not big laughs, than non-stop chuckles and smiles. It's not the kind of heavy foreign film that viewers are used to going to the art house for, but it's quite a bit of fun.