In yesteryear there was a rocket.

Stored in a swashbuckler's cockpit.

Saving girl, USA

Mob and Nazis at bay

Will the Brains embrace or knock it?

In John Wayne's swan song, he plays a dying gunslinger who has outlived his era and wants nothing more than to ride off into the sunset. He settles down at Lauren Bacall and Ron Howard's B&B. But locals with visions of glory want to take the gunman out themselves. See bullets fly! Hears Brains gush.

Peter Weir posits: what if Orwell's Big Brother cameras were there just for the ratings? Can reality be reality TV? What's true, man? Jim Carrey tones it down for his first drama, but is he stills "aces?" Join our not live feed for lively conversation.

Last Action Hero:

SatisfAction?

StupefAction?

MalefAction?

OverreAction?

Fecal ImpAction!?

Or, Last Action Zero?

Tom Cruise set aside his looks and 80's charisma for this mostly-true story of Ron Kovic, a paraplegic Vietnam veteran turned anti-war activist. Oliver Stone snagged his third Oscar for this biopic, but will the new generation of moviegoers love it or leave it?

Fractured Vietnam Vet, Tim Robbins as his best. spirals into the sinister unknown as his inner (and outer) demons claw their way to reality. Losing one's mind is a risky movie investment. Do terror, regret. confusion, and conspiracy add up to payoff worthy by today's standards? Come climb that ladder with us.

Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis are recently deceased and dying to rid their house of the new family that moved in. They summon Beetlejuice, the scene stealing bio-exorcist for help, but he has plans of his own. Is this quirky charmer worth watching 167 times or is the ghost with the most toast?

Natasha Lyonne's cheerleading is put on hold when friends and family force her into a reformation program (Don't Say Hoortay). Lighthearted satire about "curing" homosexuality was what the 1990's needed, but is it still funny - and relevant? The brains review with pride and their friend Riley.

For this no-frills true tale of an aging man determined to see his sick brother, David Lynch plays it straight. Watching an old coot ride a lawnmower across Iowa sounds akin to watching paint dry; what exactly does this film do to make our critics coo? Is it what you say or how you say it? Time we cut the grass, friends.

Good badge, John Travolta swaps spit-&-image with bad seed, Nicolas Cage to infiltrate the latter's scheming empire in this case of disordered identity. With John Woo's stylized flare and more impromptu action than an adult diaper, there is no other movie like this. To flush or not to flush, that is the question. The answer? Depends.