Film listings are edited by Cheryl Eddy. Reviewers are Robert Avila, Kimberly Chun, David Fear, Dina Gachman, Susan Gerhard, Dennis Harvey, Johnny Ray Huston, Laurie Koh, Patrick Macias, and Chuck Stephens. The film intern is Melissa McCartney. See Rep Clock and Movie Clock for theater information.

San Francisco International Film Festival

The 47th annual San Francisco International Film Festival runs through April 29. Venues are the AMC Kabuki 8 Theatres, 1881 Post, SF; Castro Theatre, 429 Castro, SF; PFA Theater, 2575 Bancroft, Berk; and Century Cinema 16 Mountain View, 1500 N. Shoreline Blvd, Mtn View. Tickets (most shows $7.50-12) are available at (925) 866-9559, www.sffs.org, and the Kabuki. For commentary see "Take Two." All times pm unless otherwise indicated.

Wed/21

Castro "Peter J. Owens Award: Chris Cooper" with Matewan 7:30.

Kabuki Home of the Brave noon. Reality Dreams 2:30. Dame la Mano 4. Since Otar Left 6:30. God Is Brazilian 7. The Other America 7:15. Good-bye, Dragon Inn 7:15. Manhole 9:15. Triple Agent 9:30. The Boy Who Plays on the Buddhas of Bamiyan 9:45. That Day 10.

PFA Vodka Lemon 7. Master, A Building in Havana 9:25.

Thurs/22

Kabuki Dame la Mano 10a. The Other America 1. In the Company of Men 2:45. God Is Brazilian 3. Then and Now 3:30. "Conscious Journeys" (shorts program) 3:45. Silent Waters 6:15. "Motion Studies" (shorts program) 6:30. Triple Agent 6:45. Doppelganger 7. James' Journey to Jerusalem 9. The Other America 9:15. After You 9:30. Inheritance 10.

PFA What the Eye Doesn't See 6:30. Save the Green Planet! 10.

Fri/23

Castro Koktebel 3. "Film Society Award for Lifetime Achievement in Directing: Milos Forman" with Hair 7:30.

Kabuki "Circus Cinematicus" (shorts program) 10a. Reality Dreams 12:45. Raghu Romeo 1:15. South of the Clouds 3:30. Magic Gloves 3:30. Back to Kotelnich 4. El Alamein: The Line of Fire 5:15. Double Dare 6. Cleopatra 6:30. Feelings 7. The Mother 8:30. Super Size Me 9. Inheritance 9:15. The Man Who Copied 9:45. Save the Green Planet! midnight.

PFA Route 181: Fragments of a Journey in Palestine-Israel 1:30. The Corporation 7:30.

Sat/24

Kabuki This Little Life 12:30. L'Esquive 12:45. The Mother 1. Squint Your Eyes 1:15. Route 181: Fragments of a Journey in Palestine-Israel 3. Doppelganger 3:45. Neverland: The Rise and Fall of the Symbionese Liberation Army 4. The Missing 4:15. Manhole 6:15. The Five Obstructions 6:45. Girl Trouble 7. The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill 8:45. In the Company of Men 9. The Newcomers 9:15. Magic Gloves 9:30. Marronnier midnight.

PFA The Story of the Weeping Camel 2. God Is Brazilian 4. Since Otar Left 6:45. Triple Agent 9:25.

Sun/25

Kabuki The Man Who Copied noon. Koktebel 12:30. The Boy Who Wanted to Be a Bear 1. The Corporation 1:30. Cleopatra 3:15. "Persistence of Vision Award: Jon Else" with The Day after Trinity 3:30. This Little Life 4. Schultze Gets the Blues 5:15. B-Happy 6. Brother to Brother 6:45. Checkpoint 7. Ana and the Others 8:30. The Handcuff King 9. Mon Idole 9:30. We Loved Each Other So Much 9:45.

PFA Silent Waters 1:30. James' Journey to Jerusalem 4:05. Good-bye, Dragon Inn 6:30. The Middle of the World 8:50.

Century Burning Dreams 2. El Alamein: The Line of Fire 4. After You 6:30. Chouchou 9.

Mon/26

Kabuki Koktebel 11a. The Boy Who Plays on the Buddhas of Bamiyan 12:30. Girl Trouble 1. Three Step Dancing 1:15. In Satmar Custody 3:30. Neverland: The Rise and Fall of the Symbionese Liberation Army 3:45. Feelings 4. Save the Green Planet! 4:15. Double Dare 6:15. The Newcomers 6:30. Love Me if You Dare 7. The Handcuff King 7:15. Brother to Brother 9:15. B-Happy 9:30. Deep Breath 9:45. Three Step Dancing 9:45.

PFA Checkpoint 5:30. "Mel Novikoff Award: Paolo Cherchi Usai" with "Life Is Shorts" (shorts program) 8.

Century Manhole 6:45. Raghu Romeo 9.

Tues/27

Kabuki Squint Your Eyes 1. So Close to Home 1:45. Marronnier 4. Girl Trouble 4:15. The Five Obstructions 4:30. Checkpoint 6:15. South of the Clouds 6:30. Grimm 6:45. The Middle of the World 7. Haunting Douglas 9. Some Secrets 9:15. Baadasssss! 9:30. Ana and the Others 9:30.

PFA Neverland: The Rise and Fall of the Symbionese Liberation Army 6:30. Magic Gloves 9.

Century The Handcuff King 6:45. Then and Now 8:45.

Opening

*I'm Not Scared Despite the film's title, it's impossible not to be frightened by how heinous adult behavior can be, especially when it involves kidnapping and imprisoning a young boy in a muddy hole. Director Gabriele Salvatores (Mediterraneo) looks back at a politically turbulent 1978 Italy. Racked by poverty, residents of a tiny rural settlement in the Puglia region seek an easy solution, holding for ransom a boy from an affluent home. All goes well until 10-year-old Michele (Giuseppe Cristiano) discovers the prisoner, ultimately learning that grown-ups don't always walk the straight and narrow. Salvatores implements horror conventions only to throw us off; the bulk of this stunning work resonates with coming-of-age themes and elegiac visual grace. Paying homage to Victor Erice's Spirit of the Beehive, Salvatores chooses a stark rural backdrop for Michele's exposure to adulthood, and thankfully, doesn't conclude with phony moralism. (1:41) Embarcadero. (Kim)

Man on Fire A CIA operative-turned-bodyguard (Denzel Washington) takes matters into his own hands when his pint-size charge (Dakota Fanning) is kidnapped in Mexico City. (2:26) Century Plaza, Century 20, Four Star, Jack London.

Sacred Planet Robert Redford narrates this Imax exploration of the earth's diverse landscapes, people, and animals. (:45) Metreon IMAX.

Starkiss: Circus Girls in India This doc investigates the harrowing world of child and teenage showgirls who perform with India's traveling Grand Rayman Circus. (1:17) Roxie.

13 Going on 30 See Movie Clock. (1:40) Century Plaza, Century 20, Jack London, Shattuck.

La vie promise Director Olivier Dahan shows off what he learned in Aesthetic Filmmaking 101, helming an over-the-top drama that'll make you realize foreign art-house flicks can be stuffed with conventions too. The contemplative pauses in dialogue, blurry flashback sequences (yes, on grainy film, with handheld Super-8), and shots of lonely flowers blowing in the wind all seem vaguely familiar – the giveaway signs of overstudied schmaltz. Isabelle Huppert (The Piano Teacher) plays an amnesic prostitute named Sylvia, on the lam after her illegitimate daughter (Maud Forget) stabs a pimp to death. The pair hitchhike through the French countryside looking for Sylvia's ex-husband while the hooker's once forgotten past comes back to guide her out of darkness. One might expect cinematographer Alex Lamarque's gorgeous visuals or Huppert's stellar performance to compensate for the contrived mush of a plot. Mais non, they end up being just the pretty garnish on a mediocre plate. (1:34) Act I and II, Opera Plaza. (Kim)

Ongoing

The Alamo Well, at least this drama from director John Lee Hancock (The Rookie) isn't a bloated, faux-epic misfire on the scale of Pearl Harbor. Though the tone here is reverent and the sentiments sincere, the most immediate cinematic comparisons to this take on the iconic Texas battle are films like Gettysburg and Gods and Generals, which are more concerned with reenacting historical events than with anything else. The performances – including Dennis Quaid as Gen. Sam Houston, Jason Patric as knife-waving Col. Jim Bowie, and Patrick Wilson (Angels in America) as young Lt. Col. William Travis – are, predictably, reverent and sincere. The film's few inspired moments come courtesy of Billy Bob Thornton, who's perfectly cast as folk hero Davy Crockett. Thornton aside, The Alamo is pretty ho-hum; history will always remember that fateful spring of 1836 – but this film, not so much. (2:17) Century Plaza, Century 20, Galaxy. (Eddy)

Bon Voyage French director Jean-Paul Rappenaeu sets this elaborate genre-blender in occupied Europe, but don't expect The Pianist; Rappeanaeu's caricatures and farcical predicaments treat the Nazi invasion with the gravity of a prom disaster. A besotted writer (Grégori Derangère) becomes a fugitive when he helps a beautiful actress (Isabelle Adjani) get away with murder. All of Paris then relocates to Bordeaux to escape the Germans, and the writer finds himself negotiating with escaped convicts, high-society patricians, and a French minister (Gerard Depardieu) to sort out his life. Add a beautiful scientist handling a top-secret experiment and you've got a plot that involves far too much brain labor to follow. Bursting at its seams, the film often feels as crowded as the town it's set in, but the director's sharp wit and tongue-in-cheek melodrama – along with Derangère's performance as the defeated hero – still make this blue-blooded farce pleasurable to watch. (1:54) Clay, Shattuck. (Kim)

Carlos Castaneda: Enigma of a Sorcerer Carlos Castaneda's series of books detailing his alleged apprenticeship with a Yaqui sorcerer – a figure many believed the onetime UCLA anthropology major simply made up – turned him into the 1970s' great popularizer of non-Western shamanic concepts among Me Decade heads. And that guru status in turn made Castaneda the orchestrator, or prisoner (depending on whom you talk to) of his own mythology. He was seldom photographed or interviewed, commanding a massive following while dealing directly with only a small "inner circle" that included "a large harem" of women with whom he was sexually involved. "He believed his sperm changed our brains," one former member attests. Made and mostly populated by those onetime "participants," R. Torjan's film provides just enough critical questioning to satisfy as a nontoadying overview of Castaneda's theories, methods, and murky life. Was he a plagiarist? A charlatan? A trickster-shaman whose teachings transcended terms so rooted in the rational, physical world? Presumably due to lack of budget, Torjan incorporates no archival footage here, which means the film exists mostly on its own altered plane of talking heads against psychedelic computer graphics. One could imagine a more fully rounded, technically accomplished documentary about this subject, but whether you approach from a New Age or skeptical viewpoint (the biographical similarities to, say, Ayn Rand and L. Ron Hubbard are plentiful), this current effort does weave a certain enigmatic spell. (1:31) Roxie. (Harvey)

*City of God City of God is a Rio de Janeiro housing project, but rather than simply present it as a setting, director Fernando Meirelles views it as a character – perhaps the dominant one – in the film. In one vivid segment a single fixed point of view witnesses the deterioration of an apartment as it's passed down from one drug dealer to another. The stronger and younger the kingpin, the trashier his kingdom. But static points of view aren't Meirelles's specialty. Working with codirector Kátia Lund, he's stylistically giddy in the face of much adolescent and preadolescent violence, running circles around the surface linearity of the plot's chapter structure and uncorking an array of techniques: God's-eye aerial shots that suggest the almighty has a finger on the fast-forward button, freeze-frame character intros that revive blaxploitation swank, and camera movements that follow the paths of ricocheting bullets or circle around the violence with the speed of a meth-addled figure skater. (2:10) Four Star, Shattuck. (Huston)

Connie and Carla Writer-star Nia Vardalos' previous effort was a little something called My Big Fat Greek Wedding, which earned about 50 kajillion bucks and is being touted in ads for Connie and Carla as "the highest-grossing romantic comedy of all time." It's unlikely that this follow-up will achieve such stratospheric status, though it is intermittently amusing. Lifelong friends and failed cabaret singers Connie (Vardalos) and Carla (Toni Collette) go into hiding as drag queens after they witness a murder; before you can say To Wong Foo (or Sister Act or Some Like it Hot), their new act is causing a sensation in West Hollywood. Complications arise and covers are nearly blown at every turn, including frequent unexpected visits by the next-door neighbors (all drag divas themselves) and the arrival of a hunky straight guy (David Duchovny) who makes Connie feel like a natural woman. A handful of entertaining production numbers highlight what's mostly just silly, forgettable fun. (1:48) California, Century 20, 1000 Van Ness. (Eddy)

*Dawn of the Dead First things first: you can't perfect on perfection, so there's no way this remake is gonna best George Romero's classic. Still, it's pretty damn entertaining on its own, boasting a goodly amound of bloodshed and mayhem, not to mention a satisfyingly overwhelming zombie-to-human ratio. As the living dead take over Wisconsin, and presumably the world, a ragtag, oft-infighting group of survivors (chief among them Sarah Polley, Ving Rhames, Mekhi Phifer, and Jake Weber) barricade themselves in a shopping mall. The 1978 original used this setting to skewer consumerism, but the new Dawn, helmed by first-timer Zack Snyder, is less interested in social commentary than in guns and gore. Which, to tell the truth, means it still pretty much rocks, with a sharply employed sense of humor and a killer soundtrack to boot. (1:40) 1000 Van Ness. (Eddy)

Dogville This movie's bark may be worse than its bite, but that won't keep you from feeling like the fire hydrant that just got pissed on by the time this canine of a film ends. Lars von Trier, the world's greatest torturer of women on film, moves from the melodramatic crucifixions of Breaking the Waves and Dancer in the Dark (which at least offered cathartic relief) to unblinkered mockery with Dogville. If you've never seen live theater, you may be wowed by the austere light effects and staging (the "town" is rendered in chalk outlines; no walls) as von Trier turns a make-believe, Depression-era Rocky Mountain town over the spit and damns us as we watch it sizzle. But I trust if you're reading this, you don't fit into that category. I'm sorry to report the cast – Nicole Kidman, Lauren Bacall, Patricia Clarkson, Ben Gazzara, and Stellan Skarsgård – perform as if they're taking orders from the military staff at Guantánamo Bay. If the idea of feeling scorn for an unrelenting three hours appeals to you, your film has finally arrived. (2:57) Bridge, Empire, Piedmont, Shattuck. (Gerhard)

The Dreamers Romantic, atmospheric, nostalgic, offhandedly stunning, and extremely silly, the first minutes of The Dreamers are a not-quite-straight dose of Bernardo Bertolucci. His unmatched directorial flair for shadows that dart from the corner of the screen functions as a flirty counterpoint to the severe blocks of black in Samuel Fuller's Shock Corridor, watched by a rapt crowd at Henri Langlois's famed Cinémathèque Française. The audience includes American in Paris Matthew (Michael Pitt), who is about to meet cute twins Theo (Louis Garrel) and Isabelle (Eva Green). It's extraordinary that Bertolucci – the masterful stylist whose filmic flesh caresses famously sent Pauline Kael reeling – hasn't indulged a movie-length ménage à trois so thoroughly before. The Dreamers' turning point occurs when conservative Matthew faints after a shake-it-like-a-Polaroid-picture moment of exposure. Reawakened, he finally enters the twins' childish playland only to discover a sheltered, decaying realm he only half comprehends. The resulting psychological and political insights verge on trite. (2:01) Four Star, Opera Plaza. (Huston)

Ella Enchanted Granted the gift (or curse) of obedience by her fairy godmother, young Ella of Frell (The Princess Diaries' Anne Hathaway) must carry out every command given to her, including offhand directives and figures of speech. When her snobby stepsisters begin taking advantage of her condition, she sets out to find her snappy godmother (Vivica A. Fox) to rid herself of the curse. While on her quest, Ella also protests the many injustices brought upon nonhuman inhabitants, teaming up with an ambitious elf, a talking book, and a giant (Heidi Klum) to fight Frell's unreasonable king (Cary Elwes). Full of witty anti-Grimm Brothers commentary, this politically correct fairy tale has the same sardonic edge that made Shrek so parent-friendly. The only problems you might have with the film are its glaringly tacky special effects and the random song-and-dance number tacked on at the end. But director Tommy O'Haver manages to steer clear of clichés and wanton chauvinism, passing on a decent moral message to the kids. (1:35) Century 20, 1000 Van Ness. (Kim)

*Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind A glance at the work of screenwriter Charlie Kaufman (Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Human Nature) might lead you to believe he's at war with reality. In his new collaboration with Nature director Michel Gondry, Kaufman gives two characters the chance to erase one another from their love-stung psyches. A morose man (Jim Carrey) is stationed in his bed with electrodes on his head, having the memory of his girlfriend (Kate Winslet) erased, when the technician (Mark Ruffalo) becomes distracted by the receptionist (Kirsten Dunst) who just stopped in to strip in front of her coworker. Oops. The patient's mind has just fallen off the map. Please call the head doctor (Tom Wilkinson), so that more chaos, complexity, frustration, and titillation ensue – while the patient, in his momentarily untrackable mind, is rediscovering the higher meaning of love, which he's now determined not to have erased. The rule with Gondry and Kaufman is that the crazier it first appears, the more believable they can make it feel. By sticking to fundamental emotional truths, these two prove you can deconstruct love while still being drawn to it. (1:48) California, Empire, Galaxy, Piedmont. (Gerhard)

*The Fog of War Faced with the unspeakable, say, the killing of 100,000 civilians in one night of firebombing in Japan, an artist could be excused for choosing not to speak. You certainly can't blame Errol Morris for offering up Philip Glass's assertive soundtrack as a fig leaf for Robert McNamara as he stands naked in a survey of a half century of horrific war footage he had some part in creating. Morris's primary challenge in The Fog of War, a documentary about the frightening fallibility, the terrible inevitability of the American war machine, is that he doesn't just have images of chemical warfare, missiles dropping, nations destroyed. He also has a speaker, a practiced one, to explain and reflect and second-guess – to, in essence, misdirect. Which may be why Morris gives this former secretary of defense under Presidents Kennedy and Johnson so much room to speak, even when he's evading; it's Glass who gives us the real interpretation. Glass's take comes through loud and clear in wind and strings: be afraid, be very afraid. (1:46) Four Star, Shattuck, Smith Rafael. (Gerhard)

The Girl Next Door The hero of this film (suggested alternate title: Risky Business 2.0) is Matthew Kidman, whose last name clankingly says it all. A superachieving high school senior on the verge of entering the wider world, our Matthew (played by Leo DiCaprio look-alike Emile Hirsch) has never really lived life – or had sex. As luck would have it, Danielle (24's Elisha Cuthbert), a young, gorgeous, exceedingly blond porn star attempting to flee the biz, has moved in next door to provide our hero with eye candy and essential life lessons on how to treat women, how to lose them, and most important, how to make good smut. The insinuation of the adult-film industry into the classroom has perhaps never received such gleeful treatment – outside of adult films, that is. The Girl Next Door, whose likely demographic will be teens with good fake IDs (it's rated R), also stars Timothy Olyphant (Deadwood, Go) as a film producer with a heart of soft metal, if not necessarily gold. (1:50) Century 20, 1000 Van Ness. (Rapoport)

*Good Bye, Lenin! A huge hit at home in Germany and throughout Europe, Wolfgang Becker's dramedy cocktail is mixed with such crowd-pleasing astuteness you might almost feel guilty – there's nothing very art house going on here past the subtitles. Resistance is futile, however: Good Bye, Lenin! is easily the most satisfying release of the year so far. Fiercely dedicated East German Christiane (Katrin Sass) collapses into a coma after she witnesses the impossible: hordes openly defying the state, marching in the streets for the right to "take walks without a wall getting in the way," as son Alex (Daniel Bruehl) puts it. When she wakes months later, history's course has drastically shifted. But since the doctor urges that her weak heart be protected from any excitement, Alex is determined to hide this news at any cost. Thus the family flat becomes a tenuously sealed bubble of prereunification life – but reality keeps finding new cracks to leak through. Good Bye, Lenin! transcends a gimmicky premise to make the central charade's construction and teardown work on several levels. The ingenious script might be accused of emotional string-pulling – that is, if its characters didn't seem so full-bodied or the cumulative effect weren't so unexpectedly poignant. (1:58) Albany, Embarcadero, Piedmont. (Harvey)

*Hellboy Entertaining as, well, hell, this comic book-adapted tale from director Guillermo Del Toro (Blade II) is right-on in so many ways: the pacing, the special effects (though C.G.-heavy, the action rarely looks phony), and the casting, especially Ron Perlman (TV's Beauty and the Beast) as the titular hell-spawned hero. At first, Perlman seemed like an odd choice for the role – he's kinda old, and he's not exactly a big movie star – but he nails it, making Hellboy a sarcastic, takin'-care-of-business type whose softer side emerges whenever his crush, the pyrokinetic Liz (Selma Blair), enters the picture. The plot – a pair of ageless Nazis and a supernatural Rasputin plan to destroy humankind, but they need Hellboy's underworld connections to do it – is ridiculous, but Del Toro, Perlman, and company handily ensure this isn't another superhero stinker (Daredevil, anyone?) (1:52) Century Plaza, Century 20, Jack London, 1000 Van Ness. (Eddy)

*Hidalgo Dogs may have a lock on being man's best friend in the animal world, but never underestimate the bond between a gentleman and his horse. Especially if that man is Frank Hopkins (Lord of the Rings' Viggo Mortensen), the stallion is his titular mustang steed, and the two are racing across the bedouin desert against a mare prized by a powerful sheikh (the majestic Omar Sharif). This being a Disney film, the expectation for horsey cutesyness isn't unfounded, but director Joe Johnston (The Rocketeer) and company instantly dispel any international velvetine notions by opting for a boys'-adventure-tale gallop rather than a Black Beauty pony-show trot. The former Spielberg-Lucas employee's knack for pacing and ability to highlight a small detail – the chapped lips of a rider, the movement of an old Edison Vitagraph – without fetishizing it fuels the film with both kinetic movement and subtle depth, and Mortensen's naturally range-rugged charisma gives what should have been a B movie lark a surprising amount of Saturday-matinee horsepower. (2:13) Balboa, 1000 Van Ness. (Fear)

Home on the Range Rumor has it that Disney is planning to phase out traditionally animated features (as opposed to the computer-graphics likes of Toy Story), and this disappointing new film isn't likely to reverse that unfortunate decision. Their owners' debt-coagulated dairy farm threatened with foreclosure, three cows (voiced by Rosanne Barr, Dame Judi Dench, and Jennifer Tilly – together at last!) and a blustery stallion (Cuba Gooding Jr.) venture into the wide open prairie to hopefully capture cattle rustler-land baron Alameda Slim (Randy Quaid) and the reward money that comes with him. Curiously, the movie looks more like old Warner Brothers cartoons than anything from the Mouse House – you almost expect Wile E. Coyote, Foghorn Leghorn, and Yosemite Sam to peek from the sagebrush here. But memorable characters and slapstick vigor are missing from this innocuous baby-sitting creation, which isn't outright bad but falls short of the studio's otherwise high average in recent years. Singers deployed to croon Alan Menken's mock-country songs include k.d. lang, Tim McGraw, and Bonnie Raitt. (1:16) Century 20. (Harvey)

*Intermission The closest thing to crassness in Intermission is how readily it exploits Colin Farrell's bad-boy image. The very first thing we see is Farrell's Lehiff in jittery, snake oil-selling close-up, chatting up a café waitress whom he suddenly nose-dislocates – the better to rob her cash box. He then dashes off, too crazy to be caught just yet. It's certain he'll trigger more havoc in the next 100 minutes, a bull zigzagging through other people's emotional china shops. Scenarist Mark O'Rowe's hit play Howie the Rookie concerned a mattress full o' scabies. His first screen effort finds equally vivid ways for myriad human interactions to embarrass, confound, and cause amusing pain before healing ointments are applied. In a quintessential contemporary Irish dramaturgical way, O'Rowe's language is gorgeous, gutter-slangy, and hugely enjoyable despite being almost impenetrable to foreign ears. Another significant youngish Irish theater talent, John Crowley, makes his feature-film debut directing. Even if he allows Intermission to look like fook-all (no one with a name as grandiose as Ryszard Lenczewski should be capable of cinematography this ugly), there's so much going on that after 10 minutes you'll forget cinema was supposed to be a visual medium. (1:46) Act I and II, Embarcadero. (Harvey)

Jersey Girl Kevin Smith talks the talk, then talks some more. A nonvisual style that was courageous and new with the low-budget black-and-white Clerks now parodies itself in a father-daughter tale that thinks you can build wild hilarity by having a young girl step in on her father and the video-store clerk together in the shower. Or make a funky-fresh punch line out of the changing of a baby's diaper (too much powder! = ouch) – not to mention the discomfort involved in seeing Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck together on-screen. Seriously, having a baby is less painful than watching this movie about raising one. (1:43) Century 20, Galaxy. (Gerhard)

Johnson Family Vacation Road trip movies have it easy. There's no real need for plot development, settings can suddenly change when they get old, and scenes that don't work can be ditched along the highway. So it's surprising when a vacation flick with all the right cards (stars Cedric the Entertainer and Steve Harvey, plus a tricked-out Lincoln Navigator) can end up so incredibly dull. Determined father Nate Johnson (Cedric) takes his wife and kids to Missouri to attend a family reunion, but the three-day journey sees them thrown in jail, encased in cement, cursed by the Antichrist (a hot but completely miscast Shannon Elizabeth), threatened by an alligator – you know, that sort of stuff. A mediocre script curbs Cedric's talent as a side-splitting comic, forcing the portly comedian into a tame family-man role with nothing really interesting to say. Hoping that the episodes and pit stops will get funnier proves to be fruitless, while the genuinely funny gags are like call boxes on the interstate – few and many miles in between. (1:35) Century Plaza, Century 20, Jack London, 1000 Van Ness. (Kim)

Kill Bill: Vol. 2 Twelve years after Reservoir Dogs and a decade after Pulp Fiction, Quentin Tarantino is finally doing what might be considered real work again. Kill Bill: Vol. 1 was, ever so marginally, worth the wait. Sure, it was an exercise in pure style without content. But it gave great eye-ear candy, made Uma Thurman an action heroine at last (no, The Avengers doesn't count), and was funny, beautiful, and surprising enough at times to make expensive cineaste camp seem maybe justifiable after all. But carryover goodwill dies distressingly soon in Vol. 2. While one expects even quirkier ideas and grander set pieces, things instead start off slug-slow, and stay that way. Nothing here is as stylistically bold as the first film's anime episode, and no action choreography approaches the first's restaurant massacre. Instead there's just the Passion of Uma, as her Bride grimly endures one near-death pummeling after another. (2:00) Century Plaza, Century 20, Empire, Jack London, Kabuki. (Harvey)

*The Ladykillers Subtlety is all but absent from this remake of Alexander Mackendrick's 1955 comedy, but modest cajolery is hardly appropriate when a British classic moves to the sweltering South. An unlikely team of thieves assembles in the basement of Gospel-loving Mrs. Munson (Irma P. Hall), convincing her that they're Rococo-period church musicians. But instead of making holy music, they tunnel their way to the bank reserves of a nearby casino boat and filch several million in cash. All goes according to plan until Mrs. Munson discovers their secret, so the blundering bandits spend the rest of the movie trying to silence her for good. Tom Hanks plays Professor Goldthwait Higginson Dorr, the delightfully prolix ringleader of the group, nailing his first comic role in over a decade with a nebulous Southern/British accent. The Coen brothers' grossly overstated characters provide most of the fun here, and while the writing-directing duo hasn't brought back its "A" game after last year's disappointing Intolerable Cruelty, this farce will have you in stitches nearly throughout. (1:56) Balboa, Century Plaza, Century 20, 1000 Van Ness, Shattuck. (Kim)

Latter Days The timing couldn't be better for a movie about a gay Mormon to open in San Francisco. Religious controversy and gay rights seem to be the topics of the year, and writer-director C. Jay Cox manages to cover both bases with his first feature. A closeted Mormon missionary (Steve Sandvoss) moves to L.A. to proselytize the bacchanalian Hollywooders, only to end up falling for a hunky queen named – ironic metaphor alert – Christian (Wes Ramsey). Drastic life changes and paradigm shifts ensue, but, as a line in a laundry room scene suggests, perhaps the two are like whites and colors: they just don't mix. Segregationist propaganda aside, you'll sob out your tear ducts if you're the type to program the VCR for daytime soaps, but the Mormon-bashing melodrama gets tiresome after a while. Forced monologues punctuate the story with rhythmic predictability, often taking time away from resolving the film's several unsettled conflicts. Cox's project boasts plenty of man-on-man action, but overall it's too much of a standard tearjerker to be controversial. (2:00) Embarcadero. (Kim)

*Mayor of the Sunset Strip In Mayor of the Sunset Strip, director George Hickenlooper assembles Post-It girls and boys such as Deborah Harry, David Bowie, Courtney Love, and Michael Des Barres (now of Silverhead, a subtitle notes, in case you want to rush out to stores), who rally for yet another cause that coincidentally requires camera time. Mayor's enormous cameo constellation – a '70s-centric array of cult icons and faded footnotes, from Cherie Currie to Lance Loud, from Joan Jett to Kato Kaelin – revolves around Rodney Bingenheimer, the groupie turned club owner turned radio DJ who lends the film its title. Beatle-mopped, his mouth frozen into the frown of a sad clown, Bingenheimer remains mute when asked why celebrities are special, and his thoughts on music (it makes people "happy" and it "keeps the spirit going") won't be included in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations anytime soon. Flagrant on the surface, Mayor's exploitation of Bingenheimer's "designated driver" proximity to rock stardom can be crafty. As viewed by Hickenlooper, Bingenheimer prismatically reveals different facets of famous faces. Some only see reflections: a resentful Jagger and a pseudo-enthused Bowie regard Bingenheimer as a ghost of pinnacles past, while Gwen Stefani basks in the blinding glare of a Bingenheimer-bequeathed "godhead" status she doesn't comprehend. (1:46) Opera Plaza. (Huston)

*Monsieur Ibrahim If you only see one cinéaste's dream of Paris in the '60s this year – well, Monsieur Ibrahim doesn't have the fake sex, but in all other respects it's a whole lot better than The Dreamers. Monsieur Ibrahim is a coming-of-age nostalgia flick no edgier than that phrase implies. But its sweetness is genuine, and the showcased performances are very, very good. His mother having died, Momo (Pierre Boulanger) is stuck playing underappreciated housekeeper to a sullen father (Gilbert Melki). But the poor, working girl-dominated environs that depress dad are catnip to Momo's flaring adolescent nostrils. By the time pop has fled in general shame and self-loathing, our young Jewish protagonist has already lost his virginity, earned points toward a respectable first girlfriend, and landed a much better substitute father figure in M. Ibrahim, a.k.a. "the Arab" (Omar Sharif), who runs the dusty corner market. Slowly expanding from chamber dramedy as their relationship gradually deepens, François Dupeyron's feature turns into a road movie as soulful as it is picturesque. I could have done without the final turn to melodramatic tragedy, but that's a minor quibble. Sharif's performance suggests he's been waiting a lifetime for this role, which awakens something beautiful behind those famously liquid eyes. (1:35) Lumiere, Shattuck. (Harvey)

*Morning Sun Even folks with limited knowledge of Chinese history will be fascinated by Morning Sun, an eye-opening account of the Cultural Revolution (1966-76) as remembered by men and women who experienced it as high schoolers. With straightforward honesty, the interviewees – everyone from the daughter of a "bad family," meaning her parents were viewed suspiciously by high-ups in Chairman Mao's regime, to a founding member of the militant, revolution-obsessed Red Guards – recall a time of paranoia, brutality, conformity, fear, great hope and excitement, and confusion. News footage, family photographs, propaganda movie clips, and a filmed performance of the 1964 pro-Communism stage spectacle The East Is Red are used to illustrate the subjects' stories, illuminating why the time period still resonates so deeply with this particular generation. (1:57) Little Roxie. (Eddy)

NASCAR 3D: The Imax Experience Spectacular car crashes and position jockeying at 200 mph outta be perfect fodder for the pie-in-face immediacy of 3-D Imax. Yet somehow this routine short feature about "America's most popular spectator sport" mysteriously fails to offer much vicarious, visceral excitement. It's also a blandly politic, corporate promo-style look at an inherently trashy sport, with no room for the colorful star drivers or fans to fly their freak flags. There are scattered behind-the-scenes points of interest, and the 3-D technology is the best (i.e., least headache-inducing) I've ever seen, even if it's not used very vividly. But as coproduced by the NASCAR organization itself, this "experience" is as stolidly patriotic, wart free, and unrevealing as an Army recruitment reel. Similarly, it is best appreciated by those who would like to join up, and/or are males between the ages of 7 and 14. (:48) Metreon IMAX. (Harvey)

*Osama Writer-director Siddiq Barmak's Osama describes the strategies and consequences of a world turned upside down, of a life continually perverted into its opposite. The first Afghan feature film since the rise and fall of the Taliban centers on a 12-year-old Afghan girl (an affecting Marina Golbahari) who lives with her mother and grandmother in Kabul during the reign of the Taliban (1996-2001). Her male relatives were lost earlier to the war with the Soviets and the subsequent civil war, and with her mother unemployed (the hospital she worked at was closed down by the Taliban), the family faces starvation. Mother and grandmother take the desperate step of cutting the girl's hair and dressing her as a boy. In a nearly constant state of fear, the girl shoulders the responsibility of finding work and bringing home food. In the facial expressions and body language of his excellent amateur cast, Barmak, who fled Kabul two weeks after the Taliban invasion, captures the physiognomy of a war-shattered people, physically and mentally exhausted yet necessarily alert. A few of Barmak's directorial choices are heavy-handed, but the film compels the viewer with its aesthetically rich lingering on the details of life, a style obviously influenced by, among other things, Iran's decidedly humanist cinema. (1:22) Shattuck. (Avila)

The Passion of the Christ Mel Gibson has attained the top it's lonely at, where one can only lie down on stinging nettles of depression and paranoia. By his account, making The Passion of the Christ was a cleansing experience – more, it pulled him back from confessed suicidal urges. The clearest (secular) way to view this movie is as an act of penance. But just as Gibson's heroes recently have become humorless champions of family values against barbarian invasion – e.g., Signs, The Patriot, Vietnam apologia We Were Soldiers – so the directorial effort Passion uses sadism to express masochism. It stages the ultimate story of "faith, hope, and love" (Gibson's words) as unending slaughter. If you thought Braveheart almost lunatic in its brutality, welcome to the ninth circle of this mortal coil's hellfire. The rare mainstream film rated R solely for violence, it's not about the higher good but rather the lower bad. Choosing to portray only Jesus's last 12 mortal hours, Gibson has über-mall-flicked the Greatest Story Ever Told: there's nothing left now but jolting climax after climax, the Savior's body here profaned as Los Angeles freeways in yet another Lethal Weapon. (2:07) Century Plaza, Century 20, Galaxy. (Harvey)

The Prince and Me Director Martha Coolidge returns to her Valley Girl roots with a film about worlds colliding and the power of young love to overcome all obstacles, including birth, breeding, and a modern woman's yen for education and a career. The Prince and Me, in which Edvard, a Danish prince (Luke Mably), and Paige, a farm girl from deepest, darkest Wisconsin (Julia Stiles), are brought together, essentially, by a chance viewing of College Girls Gone Wild, initially assumes the identity of a satisfyingly guilty pleasure. The opposites manage to convincingly attract, with Mabry's smooth, quiet courtliness providing a decent foil to Stiles's matter-of-fact delivery, and Ben Miller is excellent as Soren, the prince's stone-faced and sarcastic attendant. Unfortunately the film takes a lurch for the worse as soon as the fairy-tale aspect kicks in. Minor quibbles include the irresolute quality to Mabry's careening accent (is it Danish? is it British?) and a few other lapses of logic and continuity. But the most glaring flaw is the breakneck pacing that hijacks the second half of the film, whose whiplash ending attempts to solve royal-size dilemmas in the space of a two-minute pop song. (2:03) Century 20, 1000 Van Ness, Shattuck. (Rapoport)

The Punisher In this Marvel Comics-spawned tale, deep-cover FBI agent Frank Castle (Thomas Jane) thinks only of blissful retirement after completing one last deadly mission. Too bad local kingpin Howard Saint (John Travolta) blames Castle for his beloved son's gory demise – and turns Castle's tropical family reunion into a slaughterhouse. Aside from a few lively moments involving a pair of oddball assassins, The Punisher, as directed by veteran schlockbuster scripter Jonathan Hensleigh (The Rock, Armageddon), never quite comes together as the satisfying annihilation-fest it's meant to be. Maybe it's because Castle's a little too enigmatic to cheer for; beyond the early scenes with his doomed wife and kid, he's characterized mainly by his Wild Turkey habit, as well as an extravagant number of shadowy shots glorifying his shirtless torso. (2:04) Century Plaza, Century 20, Jack London, 1000 Van Ness. (Eddy)

*Robot Stories Built around the themes of love, death, family, and of course robots, Korean director Greg Pak's Robot Stories beautifully styles four tales. Through narratives both hilarious and touching, humans are forced to interact with robots in a way that eerily reflects the growing influence technology has on our lives. A young couple must prove themselves worthy of adopting a human child by caring for a robot infant in "My Robot Baby." When her son is left in a coma after a car accident, a mother dedicates herself to repairing his toy collection in order to connect with him, becoming "The Robot Fixer." iPerson Archie (a human cyborg played by Pak) learns to need "Machine Love" in his oppressive office job surrounded by off-kilter coworkers. "Clay" deals with a dying sculptor given the chance to download his consciousness into a computer and achieve digital immortality, provided he gives up his mortal body. Each story is stunningly executed and moving in its own right. (1:25) California, Opera Plaza. (Melissa McCartney)

Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed This sequel to the 2002 hit proves the old saying that once you've hit rock bottom, there's nowhere to go but up. While still overly shrill, and packed with fart jokes, Burger King product placement, and a pointless musical cameo by American Idol's Ruben Studdard, Scooby-Doo 2 is actually more enjoyable than its revolting predecessor – a film made memorable only by Matthew Lillard's dead-on imitation of Casey Kasem's trademark Shaggy voice. Rubber-faced Lillard returns (along with Freddie Prinze Jr. as Fred, Sarah Michelle Gellar as Daphne, Linda Cardellini as Velma, and director Raja Gosnell) for this new adventure that sees Mystery Inc.'s hometown overrun with monsters from past capers (cartoon buffs will recognize Captain Cutler's Ghost, the 10,000 Volt Ghost, and other familiar faces). Cardellini (Freaks and Geeks, E.R.) is the standout cast member this time round; she's adorable as the lovelorn Velma, and one fervently hopes she's destined for greater things than (shudder) Scooby-Doo 3. (1:25) Century Plaza. (Eddy)

Secret Window Holed up in a rural cabin, best-selling author Mort Rainey (Johnny Depp) suffers from writer's block. He also suffers from a painful split from his two-timing wife (Maria Bello). He tends to both afflictions by taking extended couch naps and limiting his diet to Doritos and Mountain Dew. This depressing existence takes an outstanding turn for the worse when a sinister stranger (John Turturro) knocks on the door, drawlin' about how Mort's gone and ripped off one of his stories. And he wants some amends made, or else. Mort freaks out – then starts crackin' up. Working from an adaptation of a Stephen King novella, writer-director David Koepp (Stir of Echoes) does what he can to keep tension running high in what's really a fairly predictable story; the main event here is Depp, who elevates the so-so material with yet another inventive, eccentric performance. (1:45) 1000 Van Ness. (Eddy)

*Shaolin Soccer Finally – after multiple release-date changes, a dubbing vs. subtitles debate (subtitles won, thank goodness), the excising of some 20 minutes of footage, and a brief period when the title was rumored have been changed to Kung Fu Soccer – the 2001 Hong Kong smash opens stateside. And the wait was worth it: you'd be hard-pressed to find a more entertaining film, especially if you're already a fan of goofy Hong Kong comedies. With its many high-flying special effects, Shaolin Soccer could be dubbed Bend It like the Matrix: director-star Stephen Chow ("the Jim Carrey of the East") plays Sing, a.k.a. "Mighty Steel Leg," who believes Shaolin kung fu is the answer to everything (including tight parking spots). After meeting a disgraced former soccer star known as "Golden Leg," an inspired Sing rounds up his huge array of brothers, all of whom are gifted fighters who've fallen onto hard times (one's fat, one's depressed, one's unemployed, etc.) Under the leadership of Golden Leg, Team Shaolin trains with one goal in mind: to defeat the dreaded Team Evil in the championship match. Along the way, spontaneous dance routines, Bruce Lee homages, awesome on-field antics, and Chow's infectious energy elevate Shaolin Soccer far above the usual underdog sports tale, and into must-see territory. (1:40) Lumiere. (Eddy)

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter ... and Spring Beauty and brutality mix like oil and water in another gorgeously shot film from Kim Ki-duk. This one follows a man's life in and out of a a floating Buddhist monastery through one set of seasons, spring, summer, fall, winter, and another -- youthful folly, teen lust, full-grown vengeance, and adult penitence. Like 2000's The Isle, which had its own shocking hook, this film lulls you into a dream state with its water-lapping-up-on-a-shore pace, then lowers the boom -- with indelible tragicomic images. (1:43) Albany, Embarcadero. (Gerhard)

Starsky and Hutch Every superficial thing about this high-concept Cheetoh is so right that I still can't believe the result ended up so profoundly ... feh. Ben Stiller as a pissy little Starsky and Owen Wilson as swinger's-lounge-edition Hutch are well cast. There's also nothing wrong with Snoop Dogg as Huggy Bear (though his Acapulco Gold vibe pales beside original player Antonio Fargas's angel-dust one), or Vince Vaughn reprising his Old School tantrum act as a coke-kingpin villain. David Soul, Paul Michael Glaser, and blaxploitation icon Fred Williamson are on board for good luck. The Me Decade hairdos, threads, wheels, interior decors, and hideous hits (shine on, Barry Manilow!) are perfect. The throwaway gags are funny. But wait – shouldn't there be non-throwaway gags? Hilarious climaxes? Why does the script feel less like a parody of a mediocre second-season episode than the real thing, elongated and slightly camped up? Another step down from the heights of Road Trip for director and coscenarist Todd Phillips, Starsky and Hutch isn't overblown and overbearing à la Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. Instead, it's amiable and underwhelming, a clock-punchin' B flick on an A budget. One good thing this movie needed more of (and more things like): Juliette Lewis as Vaughn's deliciously dumb mistress. (1:37) 1000 Van Ness. (Harvey)

The Station Agent Along with Pieces of April, this was part of Patricia Clarkson's one-two punch at the Sundance Film Festival; actually, Clarkson was in four films there, but the other two weren't award winners. In The Station Agent she plays a divorcée grieving her son's death, and the movie's strongest scenes involve her cold-shoulder response when people misguidedly reach out to offer comfort. Tom McCarthy's film is choreographed so that a triad of misfits – two loners (Clarkson and Peter Dinklage) and one extrovert (Bobby Cannavale) – meet up on the train tracks of small-town life, only to break apart again. Dinklage's dwarf protagonist alternately faces and escapes a patronizing world, but it's his rejection by Clarkson's character that truly stings. If all this sounds depressing, rest assured The Station Agent doesn't forget to add moments of hope and whimsy; they just aren't as interesting as its dark side. (1:28) Balboa. (Huston)

Stupidity This snarky Canadian documentary purports to be a history and analysis of the titular quality that has perhaps influenced the course of humanity more than any other. There are some interesting educational tidbits (the origin for the dunce cap and word moron, etc.), but mostly what we've got here are rote potshots at reality TV, dumbed-down news coverage, George W., and other de-evolutionary signs o' the times. Writer-director Albert Nerenberg treats his subject less as a thesis than as a catchall into which everything from lying politicians, police violence, and interviewed people-on-the-street saying "Um" can be dumped. He decries the short-attention-span pandering of modern media culture, yet Stupidity itself is a perfect example of that approach. It's also padded out with irrelevant footage from Nerenberg's Trailervision Internet trailers for fake Hollywood movies (e.g., Rave Cops, Harry Potter, Hidden Dragon), which kinda blows the whole "documentary" conceit. A few among the 136 Trailervision titles to date will be screened before this thinly amusing, short feature. (1:10) Little Roxie. (Harvey)

Taking Lives Taking Lives is ultimately a vehicle for Angelina Jolie's obscenely stunning face – witness some seriously ponderous head tilts during this blah thriller by director D.J. Caruso. A serial killer assumes his victims' identities, moving from one to the next like a hermit crab, as FBI profiler Agent Scott (Jolie) explains it to Montreal police. The local boys are irked by her kooky intuitive methods – lying on crime scenes and staring intensely – and the audience will be too, since this creepiness is the character's only trait. The film opens like a gruesome and potentially intriguing Catch Me If You Can, but Caruso never delivers, and we get stuck watching a tug-of-war between cliché and nonsense. By the time Jolie is shown dining opposite photos of victims' corpses, all has gone ridiculously wrong, and even Gena Rowlands can't whip out a mediocre performance. At least the viewer gets plenty of close-ups of Jolie as she tries to sense her way through the mess. (1:40) 1000 Van Ness. (Koh)

Touching the Void Mountaineering documentaries generally suffer from the fact that you aren't there, while dramatized ones are either physically unconvincing or have jaw-dropping stunts but wooden characters. Hitherto a notable nonfiction director (One Day in September), Kevin Macdonald chose to realize this adaptation of Joe Simpson's classic 1988 bum-adventure memoir as a mix of documentary and reenactment, which brings its own problems but overall works pretty well. Simpson and his hiking partner Simon Yates alternate telling the tale in talking-head style while two actors (Brendan Mackey and Nicholas Aaron) register varying degrees of panic, exhaustion, and horror high in the Alps (standing in for the Andes). Touching the Void defines the subgenre of "armchair near death-experience travel;" the story is an incredible triumph over impossible odds. But as a viewer who actually enjoys grueling, steep hikes but draws the line when falling equals death, I couldn't help thinking, "These dumb suckers were sooooooo lucky!" from the opening titles to the final credit crawl. (1:46) Balboa, Opera Plaza, Shattuck, Smith Rafael. (Harvey)

*The Triplets of Belleville Perhaps the first major animated export from France since René Laloux's sci-fi epics Fantastic Planet (1973) and Light Years (1988), comic book artist Sylvain Chomet's feature debut is a uniquely vinegary comedy that's like a grown-up 101 Dalmatians. A champion Tour de France bicyclist is kidnapped by bad guys and taken to America for ill purposes. His abduction spurs cross-Atlantic pursuit by grandmother Mme Souza and their corpulent, waddling dog Bruno. Their principal helpers are the titular trio, 1930s music-hall stars since fallen into decrepit eccentricity. Dialogue-free Triplets is funny, inventive, and endlessly referential. The only minus is an overpoweringly dour comic tilt that may strike some viewers as a tad too dyspeptic and cranky for full enjoyment. Like Ralph Bakshi's cartoon features of yore – albeit in a much less racy vein – Triplets is dazzling at times yet so misanthropic you might leave the theater feeling a tad soiled. (1:20) Lumiere, Shattuck, Smith Rafael. (Harvey)

Walking Tall Former Special Ops ranger Chris Vaughn (Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson) returns home to the Pacific Northwest town he grew up in, only to find that the Norman Rockwell drugstore fountains of his youth have been replaced by drug pushers. After tangling with the local casino kingpin, Vaughn runs for sheriff and vows to clean up the place, armed with only a sidekick (Johnny Knoxville), a sturdy piece of wood, and an artillery arsenal fit for a private army. Kudos to the marketing wizards who thought that a remake of the true-tales-of-redneck-justice classic would make a decent vehicle for the Rock, though personality and charisma naturally take a backseat to sound and fury: the film isn't happy unless it howling loudly and carrying a big stick. It may be part of that budding A-list genre dedicated to resurrecting past drive-in glories – "exploitation-ploitation" – but ultimately it's just another gone-tomorrow piece of pop noise in Hollywood's opening-weekend hit parade. (1:25) Century Plaza, Century 20, Jack London, 1000 Van Ness. (Fear)

The Whole Ten Yards Question: What's more agonizing than getting a root canal while The Return of Bruno plays on an endless high-fidelity loop behind you? Answer: This totally unwarranted sequel to 2000's tepid mob comedy, which brings back domesticated hired gun Jimmy "The Tulip" Tudeski (Bruce Willis), his eager-beaver assassin assistant-wife (Amanda Peet), a put-upon and paranoid schlemiel dentist (Matthew Perry), his glamorous spouse (Natasha Henstridge), et al. for another round of groan-inducing schtick. Perry's better half has been kidnapped by the Mob, thus requiring the Tulip to eschew retirement yet again to help him ... but honestly, story plays second banana here to journeyman director Howard Deustch's Midas-of-mediocrity touch and reprises of spectacularly unfunny riffs: Kevin Pollak's cringe-worthy immigrant spiel, Perry's sitcom slapstick routine, the ain't-I-a-stinker? Willis wink-and-shuffle, and a host of geriatric flatulence and erectile dysfunction jokes. One enters this round-robin of failed gags at his or her own risk; me, I'd sooner take a bullet to the back of the head. It's quicker and much less painful. (1:50) Century 20, 1000 Van Ness. (Fear)

Wilbur In case anyone thinks the title of Danish filmmaker (and Dogme '95 cofounder) Lone Scherfig's new outing is merely metaphorical, just wait around: by the time the opening credits have finished rolling, we see our hero (Jamie Silves) prove – twice – that yes, indeed, that titular statement is as literal as literal can be. Luckily, his brother, who runs the family bookstore, is around to take care of him, even after his impulsive marriage to a withdrawn woman (the always great Shirley Henderson). Of course, no one could have predicted a growing attraction between Wilbur and his new sister-in-law, nor a surprise terminal illness, were both brewing on the horizon. Scherfig (Italian for Beginners) coasts on Silves's charm and resemblance to pop star Robbie Williams to automatically make him likable – oh, you irrepressible, suicidal scamp! – which works for a bit, but her penchant for mixing Glasgow-gray settings and pastel-toned sap doesn't sweeten the serio-comedy so much as clump it into an unnecessarily, uneven gooey mess. (1:49) Smith Rafael. (Fear)

Rep Picks

'PXL This 13' In 1987, Fisher-Price introduced a toy camera called the PXL-2000, which recorded sound and image directly onto audio cassettes. Originally marketed for children, the black-and-white camera cost $100, broke down easily, and lasted on store shelves until 1989. Now, a decade and a half later, avant-gardists and no-budget filmmakers embrace the machine's grainy imagery, even throwing film festivals to show their raw, out-of-focus PXL films. The 13th annual "PXL This" festival features works such as eight-year-old Juniper Woodbury's "Marker," a two-minute shot of a felt-tip pen, and elaborate masterworks like John Humphrey's "Pee Wee Goes to Prison," which boasts action figures and slick production. Others choose the "found footage" or experimental routes. Director Eli Elliott pans our beloved Attorney General in "Asscroft," while Steve Craig and Ross Craig spoof Dogme 95 with their "PXL Manifesto." The fest is a mixed bag, though: a few of the films are overly esoteric or just plain uninteresting, and the artists' reasons for using the PXL-2000 – besides showing off its gritty-chic appeal – are often unclear. Artists' Television Access. (Kim)