If you’re any kind of glitzy award show junky, you’ve probably heard the Golden Globes referred to as the “pre-Oscars,” an “Academy Award bellweather,” or something to that effect. Basically, the Golden Globes get cast as the slummy, early predictor of their bigger, better cousins. And looking at this years nominations its obvious why: they nominate every freaking movie that comes out.

With a name like Inside Job, the tone of the film really shouldn’t shock me. Yet I’m still caught off guard when, in the middle of an interview, the voice behind the camera interrupts the Columbia economics professor with “You’ve got to be joking me!”

I, the viewer, already know this professor is covering his tracks. I know he’s a Wall Street villain. I know he is, in part, responsible for the collapse of the American economy. The filmmakers spent the previous 90 minutes of the film showing me all this. They don’t need act so unprofessional in interviews.

It happens many times throughout the film. The subjects — Wall Streeters, members of the Bush administration and other presumed wrong-doers — grow increasingly angry with the interruptions until they explode and demand the camera be turned off. I eventually side with the “villains,” because at least make an initial attempt to follow conversational etiquette.

In the third installment of the Narnia series, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, we once again meet up with Edmund and Lucy Pevensie, who have been trapped in the real world since the second installment. Surrounded by logical (a.k.a. boring) people doing logical (a.k.a. boring) things, these two find themselves frustrated and highly suffocated by the mundane nature of their lives and the contempt with which their peers esteem them.

But not to worry, this liminal phase only lasts about ten minutes before Edmund, Lucy and their obnoxious, know-it-all cousin Eustace Scrubb are transported to the magical land of Narnia and find themselves in the company of Prince Caspian aboard the Dawn Treader.

The Company Men works sort of like a guy’s take on a Lifetime Original Movie. It’s sappy, it’s sentimental, and it’s superficial. But instead of serving as a resume line for some unknown actors, this glossy fiasco unfortunately drags some big-name talent through the muck of its pandering, self-important script.

Deep breath… Okay.

This is such good filmmaking. I could go on and on about how great and amazing and whatever Danny Boyle is, but that would be foolish. Instead, I’ll do my best to try to capture with words and sentences some part of how I felt about his latest film.

It’s about this time of year that people start shouting out what they believe to be the “essential” Christmas movies. What makes my list any more significant than anyone else’s? Nothing. And so I’ll begin. These are roughly in order from least Christmas-spirited to most Christmas-spirited. Enjoy.

Jim Carrey is a phenomenal actor who also occasionally chooses to star in great films. And though he’s recently had a string of duds, I Love You Phillip Morris — opening this Friday in some theaters — shows him back at the top of his manic-but-poignant game.

Beautiful Rapunzel sings, paints, and dances. She bakes and she cleans. But more than anything else, she dreams of leaving the tower where Gothel, her alleged mother, keeps her, supposedly for her own protection.

Though the premise is familiar, Disney’s Tangled manages to braid a surprisingly entertaining — if very straightforward — film out of the German fairly tale Rapunzel. The film begins centuries in the past, when Gothel, an old woman, discovers a flower that keeps her young. All she has to do is sing to it. Unfortunately for Gothel, however, one day a benevolent and pregnant queen gets sick and her soldiers cart the plant off to use for medicinal purposes.

Déjà vu. It seems like we’ve done this before.

The years of anticipation, the long queues for tickets, drooling over the latest trailer, gossiping about Emma Watson’s new haircut, the promise that this one is, indeed, the most “epic” of them all — and finally the eventual disappointment that it just wasn’t as good as the book.

Is this my first Harry Potter review on Rhombus? I think it is.

Well then. You probably haven’t heard my theory. I’ll save it for the end so that you don’t decide to prematurely stop reading this review of the most recent film.