Cellulite simple

Burn After Reading

Crit

The shaggiest of shaggy-dog stories, with J. K. Simmons and David Rasche getting the funniest scenes in the star-studded affair. David Denby, who hated this, complained that there's no one to love save the love-simple schlub played by Richard Jenkins, and there's no arguing with that, but in the words of the woman's T-shirt that I saw when walking home from the theater, "Fuck you; I have enough friends." Hey, works for me: love is good, but entertainment is what I'm paying for.

Momma's Man

Crit

An über-indy film that suggests literature, specifically for me Kafka's "Metamorphosis," and even more Hawthorne's "Wakefield." I invite you right now to read the latter if you never have--it'll take ten minutes.
As in both stories, the protagonist, Mikey (Matt Boren) inexplicably finds himself in a life alien to the one he was living the day before. In Mikey's case, he is trapped in his childhood home, his childhood life, his childhood. Eventually his paralysis becomes so profound that he can't negotiate the stairs of his parents' walkup apartment-cum-artist's studio-cum-knickknack warehouse. Director Azazel Jacobs's nonactor parents, Ken and Flo, are heartbreaking as witnesses to the train wreck that is their son.

Trailers

• The Secret Life of Bees--Looks honey-drippy sweet; 2.
• Doubt--Meryl, Phil, and Amy may get Oscars® just for the trailer; edging toward 5.
• Frost/Nixon--Hard to imagine missing this one either.