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A new book chronicles the rise of the original gangsta: Scarface.

Attacks on 'Munich' miss its moral complexity. Plus: 'King Kong’s' view-by date and 'The New World’s' spoiled beauty.

Gay cowboys rode high in the saddle, Brangelina wrestled, documentaries danced, Reese drawled, David Cronenberg and Joss Whedon shocked, and smart New York films ruled again. Meanwhile, the comebacks kept coming, as King Kong, Woody Allen, and Robert Downey Jr. all roared back—one in a strangely British accent.

"Listen, I look fine, and I like my face, but I’ve never been a beauty.” She laughs. “So it’s not like I had anything to lose or safeguard."

That gay-cowboy movie you’ve heard so little about is even more startling than expected.

Kubrick’s Paths of Glory shows how much—and how little—war has changed in a century.

Syriana does for oil what Traffic did for drugs: expose a twisted system in which no one’s hands stay clean.

Two rowdy lead performances enliven Walk the Line, which otherwise sings a familiar tune.

Keira Knightley gives 'Pride & Prejudice' a ferocious bite. Too bad she’s stuck with a toothless lover.

A solid performance by Jake Gyllenhaal can’t make up for Jarhead’s lack of politics.