On Saturday, Lana Wachowski was honored with the Human Rights Campaign's Visibility Award at the organization's annual gala in San Fransciso. The resulting 25-minute acceptance speech is a highlight (if not the highlight) of her public output thus far.

Paranormal Activity 4 grossed five times its budget this weekend. Guess what that means: PA5 in October 2013.

Despite good reviews and a classic Tim Burton feel, Frankenweenie underperformed at the box office this weekend.

Taken 2 is where crap becomes unwatchable crap. Its 2008 predecessor was garbage, too, but at least it was well-paced garbage. For a while, Taken 2 is one of those cookie-cutter sequels that goes beat-for-beat with what came before it, a la Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. The plot-point repetition alone makes for an over-the-top experience that actually seems to be owning up to its junkiness. It's just too ridiculous.

This week, two relics of ‘90s alternaculture are openly revisiting their pasts with what are essentially reissues of their earlier work. Tori Amos has released Gold Dust, a collection of 14 (or 15, depending on which version you have) songs from her back catalog that she's rerecorded with the Metropole Orchestra. Meanwhile, Tim Burton has converted his pre-Pee Wee's Big Adventure short film Frankenweenie into a full-length stop-motion feature. It's out Friday.

Sinister, which opens wide on Oct. 12, has a perfect 100 percent on Rotten Tomatoes at the time of this posting. Granted, it's early still, and only 20 reviews are in (notorious horror hater Roger Ebert has yet to weigh in), but the film is inspiring gushing notices. There's no question that Scott Derrickson's film is among the best horror films of the year, but that is faint praise because it's been a really shitty year for the genre.

The Sinister red-band trailer is here and it looks scary as hell. Could it beat V/H/S as the year's best horror film?

You can't keep a good zombie franchise down. You can't even keep a mediocre zombie franchise down.

From the true patriots who brought you 2016: Obama's America comes a piece of propaganda even more out of touch with reality.

Unlike some people, Kristen Stewart isn't shy about taking her top off. As long as it's for a good cause, that is.

The Texas Chainsaw 3D trailer is here. Tagline should be "There will be headcheese," but it isn't.

I have to assume someone at the Hollywood Reporter at least questioned the headline "Moviegoing Plummets to Post 9/11 Levels."

If you're a fan of Paul Thomas Anderson films — Boogie Nights, There Will Be Blood — chances are you're excited about The Master, which has already been hyped to death by festival audiences.

This week's New Yorker has a lengthy profile on reclusive director siblings Andy and Lana Wachowski and their collaboration with Tom Tykwer to turn David Mitchell's seemingly unfilmable 2004 novel Cloud Atlas into a movie.

Despite an oppressive ad campaign, The Oogieloves in the Big Balloon Adventure did not overcome its "What the hell is this?" vibe.

It all started on a crowded New York City subway car, where, just above another commuter's sweaty forehead, I caught glimpse of a movie poster through the train window. The movie was called The Possession, and the poster depicted a young woman vomiting dozens of butterflies—or were they moths?—into the heavens above her. Written across the top of the poster was that vague promise so many of Hollywood's biggest films tout nowadays: "Based on a true story."

The Republican Convention isn't all "inside baseball" and "delegates" and "wandering around inside prison-style fencing in search of meaning." It's also about venturing out to see "the real Tampa." Sometimes, you have to get out of your chair, go "outside the wire," and take in a screening of a haranguing right wing documentary with an unmistakably karmic ending.

The Expendables 2 dominated the box office again this weekend, but the movie everyone's talking about is 2016: Obama's America, the little anti-Obama documentary that could.

Cronenberg's Videodrome will be remade. This is gross for reasons that have nothing to do with weird, alien orifices.

An oral history of White Men Can't Jump: Oral-history tipping point or the reason the oral history was invented?