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Released on Jan 26, 2001 |

The good news is, yes, Jennifer Lopez can do comedy. In The Wedding Planner Lopez is Mary, a lovable woman who believes “those who can’t do, teach. Those who can’t wed, plan!” Her slapstick moments are lighthearted and she is spot-on as the controlling, compulsive-yet-sweet planner. The bad news is Lopez didn’t get much of a vehicle in which to test drive her newfound comedic skills. Mary’s life is her career. Planning other people’s weddings takes all of her time, leaving no room for a love life of her own. Her only personal life is a Scrabble club, to which she and her father (Alex Rocco, whose wandering Italian accent is painful to listen to) belong. When a handsome young doctor (Matthew McConaughey) saves her from a collision with a runaway dumpster (really, it works), she is instantly wooed by his quiet charm. Too bad he’s the fiancé of Mary’s biggest client, Fran (played winningly by Bridgette Wilson-Sampras), the job that will launch Mary as a partner in her firm. The main problem with this film is that no one wants to hurt anyone else’s feelings. Everyone is just so gosh-darn nice. In a subplot, Mary’s father is trying to arrange her marriage to just the nicest Italian boy. Gee, he’s sweet. Golly, Fran is nice. Is there ever a way out of this mess and to leave everyone smiling? Yet, there is a touch of old-fashioned romance to this wholesome film, which can only be described as “cute.” And while things may unfold in a predictable manner, The Wedding Planner is still lighthearted fun of the sort that inspires dreamy romantic thoughts. –Jenny Brown

Released on Aug 18, 2000 |

Schizoid serial killer Carl Stargher (Vincent D’Onofrio) has been captured at last, but a neurological seizure has rendered him comatose, and FBI agent Peter Novak (Vince Vaughan) has no way to determine the location of Stargher’s latest and still-living victim. To probe the secrets contained in Stargher’s traumatized psyche, the FBI recruits psychologist Catherine Deane (Jennifer Lopez), who has mastered a new technology that allows her to enter the mind of another person. What she finds in Stargher’s head is a theater of the grotesque, which, as envisioned by first-time director Tarsem Singh, is a smorgasbord of the surreal that borrows liberally from the Brothers Quay, Czech animator Jan Svankmajer, Hieronymous Bosch, Salvador Dali, and a surplus of other cannibalized sources. This provides one of the wildest, weirdest visual feasts ever committed to film, and The Cell earns a place among such movie mind-trips as 2001: A Space Odyssey, Altered States, What Dreams May Come, and Un Chien Andalou. Is this a good thing? Sure, if all you want is freakazoid eye-candy. If you’re looking for emotional depth, substantial plot, and artistic coherence, The Cell is sure to disappoint. The pop-psychology pablum of Mark Protosevich’s screenplay would be laughable if it weren’t given such somber significance, and Singh’s exploitative use of sadomasochistic imagery is repugnant (this movie makes Seven look tame), so you’re better off marveling at the nightmare visions that are realized with astonishing potency. The Cell is too shallow to stay in your head for long, but while it’s there, it’s one hell of a show. –Jeff Shannon

Released on Jun 26, 1998 |

Out of Sight scored critical raves, but its title sums up the theatrical fate of Steven Soderbergh’s coolly comic crime caper and misfit romance based on Elmore Leonard’s novel. But this is the sort of buried treasure home video was created to rescue. George Clooney comes into his own as a leading man in the role of inveterate bank robber Jack Foley. Incarcerated, he uses another inmate’s prison break as a cover for his own escape. Waiting for him, according to plan, is his partner, Buddy (Ving Rhames). Also waiting for him, not according to plan, is federal agent Karen Sisco (the ravishing Jennifer Lopez). She finds herself disarmed in more ways than one when she is deposited in the getaway car’s trunk with Jack. But that doesn’t stop her from joining the task force created to capture him, while he plans “one last heist.” Out of Sight is a rich, entertaining film, stylish without being showy, faithful to the integrity of Leonard’s potent dialogue and quirky characters, and seamlessly acted by a dream ensemble. Standouts include Albert Brooks as convicted insider trader Richard Ripley, who while in prison brags to the wrong people that he has $5 million in uncut diamonds hidden in his house; Don Cheadle as Maurice (don’t call him “Snoopy”) Miller, with whom Jack warily teams up to steal said diamonds; Dennis Farina as Karen’s protective father (his idea of a birthday gift is a Sig-Hauer .38); and, in unbilled cameos, Michael Keaton, reprising his Jackie Brown role as FBI agent Ray Nicolet, and Samuel L. Jackson.

Released on Oct 03, 1997 |

Oliver Stone used such words as “liberating” and “fun” to talk about U Turn’s relatively quick production schedule of 42 days. Stone’s ideas of film fun, however, are something older generations would call sick. This film is a Southwestern noir tale about Bobby Cooper (Sean Penn), a hotshot who is stuck in the tight confines of Superior, Arizona, when his car breaks down. His subsequent adventure is a meatball comedy–loud, obnoxious, and violent, and stuffed with diffused light, a hot cast, and a no-fat Ennio Morricone score. This film has plenty of odd characters, but you never really find out much about them. Bobby’s first encounters include a repulsive mechanic (Billy Bob Thornton under the grease) and a blind Indian (Jon Voight under the makeup). Then there’s Grace McKenna (a sizzling Jennifer Lopez), who is as dangerous as the curves of her red sundress. Bobby’s got time to kill, and Grace seems more than willing. Unfortunately, it seems that Bobby has never seen a movie such as A Touch of Evil; if he had, he would know it can only get worse. About the time Grace’s husband, Jake (Nick Nolte), shows up, Bobby is knee-deep in murder plots and double-crosses.

Released on Apr 11, 1997 |

This giant-man-eating-snake-in-the-jungle thriller definitely scores points as a guilty pleasure, especially with Jon Voight hamming it up as the monster-poacher. He makes life miserable for a team of documentary filmmakers on the Amazon river. Anaconda is one of those movies that exists for no other reason than to give computer animators a chance to strut their stuff with a new digital beastie, and they don’t disappoint. It’s a lot of fun to watch the mega-snake scarf down its victims and–in the case of Voight–regurgitate ‘em right back up again, all covered in gooey digestive juices. You might wonder why Eric Stoltz, who plays Dr. Steven Cale, showed up for a role that requires him to be off-screen for most of the movie, but hey–when it comes to big snake movies, you might as well put your brain on hold and sit back for the slimy ride. –Jeff Shannon

Released on Mar 21, 1997 |

Gregory Nava (Why Do Fools Fall In Love?) directs this more-or-less official film biography of the late Mexican-American singer, Selena Quintanilla Perez (the film is coproduced by her father), which emphasizes sentimentality over conflict and plays down the star’s horrific death at the hands of a deranged fan. Jennifer Lopez is quite good as Selena, whose roots we come to know through the story of her father (Edward James Olmos), a Corpus Christi singer who was rejected by white audiences. The script focuses primarily on Selena’s inspiring rise, and it tries to muster some sense of urgent conflict over not-particularly-contentious issues (such as her relationship with a guitarist). But Olmos does a fine job portraying the elder Perez as a possessive sort, and the music and general buoyancy of Lopez’s performance are infectious. The unavoidable subject of Selena’s killer–a woman who happened to be the president of her fan club–is considerably and oddly downplayed. –Tom Keogh

Released on Feb 21, 1997 |

You can feel the gears grinding, trying to turn this attempt at film noir into something sleek and insinuating, instead of the labored near miss it turns out to be. Jack Nicholson is a Florida wine merchant whose business isn’t as good as he has his unhappy wife (Judy Davis) believe. He’s also consistently at odds with his churlish stepson (Stephen Dorff). Meanwhile, Nicholson is plotting to steal an expensive diamond necklace and dump his wife, aided by his mistress (Jennifer Lopez) and a sleazy safecracker (Michael Caine). It’s the kind of thing James M. Cain used to toss off effortlessly, but in director Bob Rafelson’s hands the strain shows at every seam as crime and romantic treachery put all of the characters on a violent collision course. –Marshall Fine

Released on Nov 22, 1995 |

This attempt to reunite the stars of White Men Can’t Jump will most likely be remembered as the movie that allegedly inspired a number of copycat arsons in the New York subway system. In other words, the movie itself is too perfunctory to be remembered for any other reason. Woody Harrelson and Wesley Snipes share their established chemistry as a pair of stepbrothers who work the subway detail as undercover detectives in the NYPD. Woody’s a compulsive gambler with a huge debt problem to contend with, and he’s also competing with his brother for the attentions of their new and beautiful partner (Jennifer Lopez), who’s been assigned to join their investigation of the subway crimes. They’re also supposed to guard the daily money train (so named because it contains each day’s worth of subway fares), but Woody gets the bright idea that it might be the solution to his money woes. What follows is standard-issue action fare for the mid-1990s–lots of violence, excessive profanity, and attempts at witty banter between the costars to make it all seem more entertaining than it really is. You’d need to be a serious Harrelson, Snipes, or Lopez fan to add this movie to your collection. For anyone else, one viewing ought to be enough. –Jeff Shannon