Cranky Hanke’s Screening Room: And the Oscar goes to … Norbit?

If you want something to really worry about, scan down the whole list of nominations … and you’ll find a ticking time-bomb of potential embarassment of untold proportions. See it? Yes, it’s the Best Achievement in Makeup category. There are three nominees—La Vie en Rose, Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End and—Max Factor, save us—Norbit.

Definitely, Maybe

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The Story: A young man on the verge of divorce tells his daughter the story of the three women he has loved in his life, and how one of them became her mother. The Lowdown: An agreeable, good-natured romantic comedy with characters and performers that smooth over the more predictable bits and its slightly clunky…

Jumper

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The Story: A young man with the ability to teleport himself runs afoul of a group bent on destroying anyone with such powers. The Lowdown: A preposterous, generally incoherent story made just that much worse by an unlikable lead character and a cornucopia of bad ideas.

Me & You, Us, Forever

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The Story: A recently divorced Christian man becomes fixated on his girlfriend of 30 years ago. The Lowdown: Even allowing for the bare-bones independent-production problems, this is simply a painfully slow character study in which people talk endlessly yet do very little.

Fool’s Gold

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The Story: A down-on-his-luck treasure hunter ropes his newly ex-wife into searching for a sunken treasure. The Lowdown: Flat romance, lame comedy and a so-so adventure plot are brought even lower by an excessive running time. Mild compensation comes from the scenery.

The Last Wave

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The Hendersonville Film Society will show The Last Wave at 2 p.m. Sunday, Feb. 17, in the Smoky Mountain Theater at Lake Pointe Landing Retirement Community, 333 Thompson St., Hendersonville. (From Asheville, take I-26 to U.S. 64 West, turn right at the third light onto Thompson Street. Follow to the Lake Point Landing entrance and…

Cranky Hanke’s screening room: The winter of our discontent

So the groundhog (I mean Punxatawny Phil—accept no substitute rodential meteorlogisists) saw his shadow this past weekend, heralding six more weeks of winter. In moviegoing terms winter — at least post-Christmas winter — means only one thing: scads of truly dismal movies being dumped in theaters throughout the land. And now this furry little prognosticator promises us another six weeks of such.