For a family film, Clifford the Big Red Dog delivers. It was way better than I expected, but completely silly and forgettable at the same time.

The Lost Daughter sets up a lot of expectations but ultimately lands flat. It makes sense that an actor-turned-director (Maggie Gyllenhaal) created this film because she lofts up softballs for the actors to hit out of the park.

I was enamored by this behind-the-scenes look at the best band of all time (yes, I said it). I don't think you have to be a Beatles fan, or even a music fan for that matter, to really appreciate what's going on here.