Four years after the last Sex And The City (Warner Bros.) episode on HBO, the series' creator and stars have returned with a 143-minute movie that plays like a five-episode mega-marathon sans the pint of Häagan-Dazs. The cosmopolitan adventures of Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker), Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), Charlotte (Kristin Davis), and Samantha (Kim Cattrall) includes some big-screen revelations, but the film mostly picks up where the naughty, snarky, fashion-conscious show left off. In other words, it's for fans only…

If affability were synonymous with greatness, George Clooney's Leatherheads (Universal), a feather-light treatment of professional football's humble beginnings, would be the movie of the year. As is, the film doesn't do much to justify its existence, except for viewers hungry for '20s period minutiae and the rapid-fire dialogue of Old Hollywood screwball comedies. And even on that front, Clooney and his cast are usually a step or two behind…

According to star Simon Pegg, who rewrote the original screenplay from Stella's Michael Ian Black, Warner Bros. neutered the British hit Run Fatboy Run for its American run in order to secure a presumably more commercial PG-13 rating. The studio removed much of the film's profanity, as well as its edge: In its current form, it feels compromised, but still disarmingly sweet and funny…

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After Mother Of Tears (Genius) premièred before a rowdy, rapturous Midnight Madness crowd at last year's Toronto Film Festival, some were quick to call it a return to form for Dario Argento (Suspiria) after two decades in the creative wilderness. But cooler heads should prevail. Loving Argento has always meant putting up with his indifference to performances, plus wads of cheesy, expository dialogue, in order to appreciate his ornate stylistic flourishes. And while Mother Of Tears is certainly the liveliest Argento movie in years, it's sad to watch the once-great director descend so far into camp…

The zany thriller Pathology (MGM) passed through only a few projectors before skulking off quietly to DVD, but fans of the outrageously overblown might want to give the film a second look. Here's the premise: Half a dozen hotshot student pathologists at a D.C. hospital gather after hours in an abandoned wing, where they speculate on the cause of death for the fresh cadavers that one of them provides for the group. On the plus side, they're definitely showing some initiative.