The problem is that the moral meaning of the gore keeps changing. The airborne organs of a helpless Karen villager are supposed to make us scream, "Rambo, right this injustice!" while the splattered guts of a Burmese army officer are meant to evoke a reaction along the lines of, "Aw yeah."

Whatever the reason for my fascination that night in the market, I casually rolled my cart up the aisle where Ebert studied the frozen pizzas.

Paranormal Activity 2 is an efficient delivery system for Gotcha! Moments, of which it has about 19... A Gotcha! Moment is a moment when something is sudden, loud and scary.

"The Social Network" is a horror movie. It doesn't shed a drop of blood, yet it manages to conjure some of the dread we feel when faced with a scenario -- any scenario, petty or grave, fictional or real -- that we are powerless to stop. It's about the gleaming new stadiums that rise up in major cities every few years without fail, despite protests and lawsuits and complaints to the zoning board. It's about finding out that you owe more in taxes than you expected, thanks to code changes hammered out behind closed doors by parties with deep pockets and a vested interest. It's about revisiting a cherished stretch of public beach for the sixth or seventh year running, and finding it fenced-off and swarming with cement mixers and guys in hard hats. And it's about how the United States avenged an attack by invading a country that had nothing to do with it.

I've read that derivatives are so complex they're created by computers and not even the software authors really understand them.

Jeremy Piven might not seem the obvious choice to play the ringleader of this menagerie, but shows a side of himself I haven’t seen before: The pep-talking, super confident, ultra cynical salesman.

"Bedtime Stories" is not my cup of tea. Even the saucer.