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Jawbreaker. The hot chicks run the high school. The top hot chick is kidnapped by her three cohorts as a prank. She is accidentally killed in the process. The murder must be covered up. The veneer of high school politics is exposed in the process. And the queen bee (Rose McGowan) –

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well, things go poorly for her.

This is a retread of the Winona Ryder-Christian Slater satire Heathers. Heathers, however, was funny. Jawbreaker is merely nasty, which is not all bad, but close. The film has a self-satisfied manner, constantly congratulating itself on its advanced perceptions of popularity and social standing, but never veering to far from the titillating trash it pretends to mock. I prefer the titillating trash without the condescension.

It does have a young Judy Greer who turned in a great performance as the cheated-upon wife in the Oscar-nominated The Descendants.

Galaxy Quest is a consistently amusing film. Two or three laugh out loud lines and consistent good chuckles and/or smiles throughout. The smartest part of the movie is finding a good sight gag, i.e., the Thermians, who enlist a Star Trek-like crew of actors into a real space adventure . . . their walk and facial expressions are pretty darn funny (I was reminded of the sight gag of people falling out of the sky in Being John Malkovich – no matter how many times I saw it, I laughed, and the gag was used a lot). And one of the Thermians is none other than Rainn Wilson of “The Office” fame.

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The Tao of Steve. It is a simple, engaging comedy about a serial one night stand artist in college, 10 years hence, who has now become fat kindergarten teacher, but remains a master at bedding women in the college town. His “Steve” is McQueen, at whose feet he prays. His technique and precepts are shaken when he meets a woman from his past.

Barbershop is It’s a Wonderful Life updated to modern-day Chicago and with bawdy humor and black people. This is a sharp, feel-good, ultimately sweet movie about tradition and honor and community, yet it never elevates the sermon over the humor and the story, nor does it ever get dour, trying to tackle the “bigger” issues. Very easy to watch, many solid laughs (Cedric the Entertainer as a conservative barber delivers material so priceless that Jesse Jackson mau-mau’ed the producers into an apology). The best thing about Barbershop is that it is a “black” movie, as opposed to a black movie. Like Baby Boy (a film that proved John Singleton had actually grown up), Barbershop makes very critical, non-p.c. observations all in the aid of the joke. Thankfully, however, Lawrence Fishburne is not wheeled in to lecture the barbershop about the white dominant culture or how brothers need to stay with their woman.

Cedric the Entertainer’s best line?

Jesse Jackson? Jesse Jackson? Fu** Jesse Jackson!

It’s all in the delivery.

The Emperor’s New Clothes. A real find with a great concept. Napolean (Ian Holm) sits on St. Helena, but makes his escape to reclaim his Empire by use of the services of a look-alike. The plan: Napolean gets to France, the double declares himself a fake, and Napolean stirs the national passions to his rise once again. Needless to say, things don’t work out that way, and Napolean has to get himself a real job. Holm is pitch perfect. The picture is well-paced and a lot of fun.

A not very funny Jackie Chan movie, though Owen Wilson has a few good lines as the gun-slinger/bank robber who is into the gig for the chicks (my favorite is when he turns to one roughneck new to his train robbing crew and says, in all earnestness, “You all right? I know, I know. This is hard. You’re new. But you’ll do just fine”). It lags after 30 minutes and the rest is a hard road to hoe.

Ed Norton’s clunky directorial debut about two childhood friends – a rabbi (Ben Stiller) and a priest (Norton) – who reconnect with a third, Jenna Elfman. Hijinx, romantic entanglements and hurt feelings ensue. A few funny moments, but Elfman’s hyper-active me-me-me-ism is distracting, and Stiller is lost as a romantic lead. Worse, Norton knows nothing of pace.

Me, Myself and Irene.  Wretched. Unfunny, disgusting, self-indulgent poop from the Farrelly Brothers, who, apart from the inspired There’s Something About Mary, have delivered such dreck as Dumb and Dumber, Outside Providence, and Kingpin.  The movie – a formless miasma that makes the plot to Ace Ventura: Pet Detective look like Chinatown – is ostensibly about Rhode Island Highway Patrolman Jim Carrey, who has been taking crap for so long that he develops a psychotic condition replete with a mean alter ego.  It has one funny running joke (Carrey’s three black sons, who speak Hollywood jive but sport high IQ’s to the effect of “Shit, you be one dumb mutherfu**er, not knowing the speed velocity of the inverse quantum theorem, bitch”) that gets run into the ground, and Carrey’s physical comedy can occasionally make you laugh.  Otherwise, it is unwatchable.